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Triloxakin: A colorless, tasteless drug to be taken orally,
invented by the Matabin Pharmaceutical company. A pain
killer for those with severe terminal illness (cancer,
etc). Fuses itself to nerve endings blocking the sense
of pain. Sends a euphoric feeling to patient, and a
relaxed, subdued feeling to brain. Unfortunately, euphoric
feeling only lasts a few seconds (although patients
have described it as hours. This seems to be an after
effect on the brain). Side effects: Drug is 100% addicting,
both on a physical and psychological level. Physical
addiction consists of a change in the brain and nerve
centers. Patient feels a need for the drug almost immediately
after use. After 12 hours, the effects on the nerves
sends periodic spasms of fire like pain throughout the
nervous system at one to two hour intervals, lasting
for about five seconds. After 36 hours, the spasm rate
will increase throughout the body from approximately
one hour intervals to fifteen minute intervals, until
48 hours, when patient can expect spasms every fifteen
minutes. From 48 hours to 72 hours, spasms will remain
steady at fifteen minute, but duration of spasms will
increase until 72 hours. At this stage, the nerve spasm
is continuous, patient losses all control of their nerve
cells and neurological functions, making it appear he/she
is in a coma. Patient will experience the pain spasms
at all times in this stage. There appears to be no way
to remove patient from coma except by giving triloxakin
or triloxan (see below). Psychological effects seems
to be an extreme dependency on drug supplier as well
as drug, with a heightened fear of loss of drug and
supplier. Appears to also act as aphrodisiac. No know
cure for addiction once given. Matabin has stopped all
research on drug.

Triloxan: Same as triloxakin, except does not give feeling
of euphoria. Will "reset" drug counter to zero to
delay coma.

Triloxcin: An attempt to remove drug from nerve endings
to stop physical addiction of triloxakin in patients. Unfortunately,
it puts patient into immediate pain coma without removing
triloxakin from patients system.

Drug SLaves

Cathy Breamer looked up at the two story house. Its shape
was outlined against Fridays early evening skyline as she
walked along the cement path leading to the large double doors
at the front. The heat of the summer sun struck her body,
warming it as she walked, her sweat glueing her red silk blouse
and black skirt to her skin. It was a beautiful house, she
thought to herself. Sitting on about five wooded acres on
a small hill looking over the Pacific coast ten miles away,
with the sleepy town of Oxnard spread out below it.

Very little had ever scared Cathy in her twenty three years
of life, but what waited for her in this house did. She had
graduated from Harvard Business College a year earlier and
landed a job immediately in southern California as a vice
president of a large modeling agency. She had originally applied
there as a model, her slim 5'4", 105 lbs, 35-23-36 body
with long dark hair and hazel eyes had made her a natural.
And when the company had found out she had brains, too, she
had gone straight to the top in short order. But last Wednesday,
something had gone wrong.

It was an early Wednesday afternoon party, being given by
the president for landing a contract with a large cosmetics
company, worth over 50 million. She had just taken a sip of
punch when it hit her, a feeling of intense pleasure, like
a thousand orgasms at once. It seemed to last for hours, such
an intense feeling she had never known before. When it ended,
she looked around her, sure that everyone must be staring
at her now. To her amazement no one had noticed a thing. Looking
at her watch, she realized hardly any time had passed.

Quickly excusing herself, she grabbed a full cup of punch
and almost ran to her office. She downed the punch, but to
her dismay, nothing happened.

She went home that evening to her Beverly Hills apartment,
wondering if she had imagined it all. No, she couldn't have.
She had felt that pleasure, and she wanted it again, at any
cost.

As she stripped off her clothes in her bedroom, she noticed
a wet feeling against her thighs. Reaching down with her hand,
she realized her pussy was sopping wet with her juice. When
her hand brushed her clit through her dainty panties, a low
moan escaped her lips. Her hand slipped down her flat, hard,
stomach, reaching inside her panties to her cunt. Her fingers
brushed against her clit, rubbing the outside of her pussy
as her other hand reached up into her bra and began to tug
at one of her tits. She molded the firm mammary in her hand,
pulling on the nipple until it hurt, then moved over to the
other breast.

She unhooked the latch on the front of the bra, removing
the elastic material, allowing her two mellon size orbs to
free themselves from their confinement. Quickly her other
hand pulled her panties down, ripping them in her haste. She
lied down on her bed, her smooth, tanned legs spread wide
and bent at the knees so she had easy access to her cunt.

"Owwww", she moaned, as her hand raced down into
her sopping pussy. Two of her fingers buryied themselves into
her love mound, stroking her hot clit as they moved into her.

She licked her lips, her loud moans turning her on even
further. She brought her other hand up to her face, sucking
in her fingers like it was a mans dick. Her tongue ran along
the fingers, her mind wishing it was the real thing. As her
hand worked on her pussy, plunging in and out to meet her
thrusting hips, she removed the hand from her mouth and started
to rub her titties again. First one breast, then the other,
tugging on the nipples until they were hard and sore to the
touch. She continued, the fingers moving like pistons in and
out of her love nest, bringing her closer to orgasm, the pain
exciting her even more.

The orgasm shook her body, her fingers buried deep inside
her cunt. She rocked back and forth on the bed. Her legs closed
tightly together, her knees drawn up to her chest, locking
her fingers deep inside pussy, her other hand gripping her
breast in a vise like hold. For 5 minutes she laid there and
shook, but when it was over, her mind went back to the feeling
she had at the party, wanting it again, not this pale comparison.

She got up, took a quick shower, ate a light meal and went
to bed, still thinking about the party, and wondering what
had happened to her.

Cathy awoke at 6:00 am the next morning, coming out of a
dream where she was making love, but couldn't quite cum. Feeling
the wetness between her legs, she knew she had to shower again.

Shit, she thought, what's happening to me? Am I becoming
a sex freak or what?

As she sat at her table, reading the morning paper and drinking
her coffee, she couldn't get the party out of her mind. She
wanted that feeling again, at any cost. But how? What had
caused it?

Oh well, she thought, time to get to work. As she rose from
her chair, it hit. A giant wall of flame seemed to engulfed
her entire body, sending her sprawling across the kitchen
floor. She laid there in pain for about five seconds, panic
spreading through her mind. Then it ended. Just as quickly
as it had begun, it was over. She stood on shaking legs, her
breast swaying slightly in her bra as she sucked in air, trying
to control her panic.

What the fuck is happening to me, she thought to herself?
I don't know what's going on, but someone is going to pay!
She was sure someone had spiked the punch, and was determined
to find out who!

But she didn't. No one at work knew anything. She had listened
and talked to everyone discreetly. No one knew. By noon she
had two more attacks.

Cathy was now a very scared young girl.

When she got up the next morning, the attacks were becoming
more frequent, waking her up like clockwork all night long.

By noon that Friday, she was ready to call a doctor. The
attacks were driving her crazy, and she couldn't get her mind
off of them or her pleasure attack enough to get anything
done.

Right after noon, her secretary walked into her office,
"Excuse me, Miss Breamer, but a young lady asked me to
give this to you, saying it would explain your problem.".

Cathy jumped up, "Were is she?", she screamed
at the poor secretary.

"She's gone, Mam. She just dropped this off and left
before I could even as her name.".

"I see.", Cathy replied. Damn her, she thought
to herself, stupid bitch! "Give me the envelope and then
you may leave.".

"Yes Mam.", she replied, handing her the letter,
and hurrying from the office.

After she left, Cathy ripped the envelope open. Her heart
cried as she read it.

"If you want to feel the ecstasy again, and stop the
pain, come to 3200 Lincoln way in Oxnard after 5:00 pm today.
If you do not come today, do not come ever. Do not come before
5:00, and do not tell anyone were you are going. If you do,
I will know, and you will never have the pleasure again, but
the pain will last forever!".

Cathy read and reread the note. My god, she thought, what
should she do. But even as her mind raced with options, another
pain spasm racked her body, and she knew she would go to this
address, and give them whatever they wanted.

It was 5:15 in the evening when she walked up to the house.
She stopped for a minute, starring at the huge house in front
of her, wondering if she should go on. Even as she argued
with herself, the pain hit. The attacks were coming more often
now, every fifteen minutes, and they appeared to last longer
each time. She fell sideways onto some flowers, her ankles
bending from her high heels. As the attack ended, she started
to walk forward to the house. She knew that she had no choice.

Cathy's trembling hand reached up and pushed the door bell
button. She stood there for several minutes, getting ready
to ring again, when one of the giant doors opened.

"You must be Cathy. The master is expecting you, come
in."

Cathy stood staring at the young blonde. She couldn't be
over eighteen or nineteen, Cathy thought, extremely pretty.
She was about 5'1" or so, about 100 lbs with nice size
breasts, not giant ones, but adequate, with a nice butt, smooth
legs, and long hair, down to her ass. She was wearing a black
silk body blouse with cute nylon running shorts on. Around
her neck she appeared to be wearing some sort of collar. As
the wind moved the blouse slightly, Cathy realized the girl
wasn't wearing a bra.

"Just who is this Master, and who are you?", Cathy
asked in a defiant tone. She already didn't like the way this
was going.

"My name is Linda, and that is all I am allowed to
say. The Master will explain the rest to you. You must come
in or leave here forever."

"All right.", Cathy replied, taking a deep breath
and stepping inside the entrance of the house, the coolness
sending a quick shiver through her hot body.

Linda closed the door behind her and started to walk down
the large hallway.

"Follow me.", she said to Cathy as she walked
away.

Cathy followed her through the house. As they passed through
one room, she could see a spiral stairway. At the other end
she saw a plate glass window looking into the backyard. There
she saw a large swimming pool, with a young black girl doing
aerobics in a skimpy two piece bikini.

"Wait here.", Linda instructed Cathy as they entered
what seemed to be study, with books engulfing two walls, from
floor to ceiling. A large desk sat at the far end, with some
chairs and a sofa at the end she was standing at.

"Where are you going?", Cathy asked, but not fast
enough, Linda had already left and shut the door.

She looked around the room, sighing to herself, settling
into one of the chairs to wait.

After ten minutes, and one pain attack, the door opened.

Mike walked into his study, looking at Cathy as he entered
the room. He stopped about five feet from her and stared at
her. She is a looker, he thought. She will make a great slave.

Cathy rose as Mike entered. She looked him over quickly.
About 6'1", she thought, 180 lbs, short dark hair, and
not bad looking.

"I do not like being treated this way, whoever you
are. What you have done to me is illegal and you'd better
come clean with me if you don't expect to spend the rest of
your life in prison! Now what is your name, and why am I here.",
Cathy said to him with a false sense of courage, hoping to
put this stranger on the defensive.

"My name is unimportant to you, you will address me
as Master from now on.", he replied coolly to her.

Her anger flared as she yelled back at him, "I will
NOT call you Master, or anything else. You have ten seconds
to start explaining to me what is going on or else!".

"Or else what, Cathy? You aren't going to do anything.
If you don't like it, leave. Right through the door you walked
in to get here, Linda will lead you out. Just forget about
the elation you felt Wednesday, or the pain you've felt since."

Cathy thought over her options for a few seconds, her false
courage quickly leaving her.

"What do you want from me?", Cathy almost whispered
to him, the fight gone from her at the thought of never feeling
the pleasure again.

He just stared at her for several minutes, before it dawned
on her what he wanted.

"I mean, what do want, Master?", she asked, the
tears beginning to move down her cheeks.

"That's better.", he replied. "Your attitude
is improving. But before we go any further, why don't I give
you another hit of that drug you like so much. It will stop
the pain attacks and make it easier for us to discuss payment."

"All right.". Cathy's body was beginning to tremble
just thinking about the pleasure. She must have it, she seemed
to need it more than anything else.

"Fine, just lie down on the couch there so you don't
fall down and I'll give you some.".

Cathy lied down on the leather couch as Mike pulled a small
bottle from his pocket. He took an eyedropper from the bottle
with one or two drops of fluid in it.

"Now just lie back and open your mouth, and I'll put
it right in.", he said to her.

She bent her head back slightly and opened her mouth wide,
giving him her tongue as a target to drop the liquid. She
felt a drop hit her tongue and she quickly sucked it in, waiting
for the intense pleasure to quick in.

It didn't. What did hit her was pain, the same pain spasms
that had hit her before, only this one didn't stop. She tried
to cry out, but her body refused to obey her. It was as if
her entire body was on fire, and with each passing second
it seemed to get worse.

In the background she heard the Master sit in a chair across
from her.

"What you are experiencing, Cathy is the drug triloxcin.
It was made as an antidote to the first drug that was given
you, triloxakin. As you can tell, it doesn't work.

"I know you can hear me, even though any doctor that
looked at you would assume that you were in a coma. That is
what triloxakin does to you after 72 hours if don't have another
dose. I'm doing this to you to let you know what your life
will be like if you don't do as I say. You will go into this
coma, and the doctors will put you on life support because
your alpha brain waves will show you are still alive. You
will spend the rest of your life in a living hell, the pain
getting worse every day with no escape possible. If, on the
other hand, you are a good slave and do as you are told, I
will give you the pleasure drug once a day, and you will be
happy for the rest of your life.

"I'm going to leave you here, like this for two hours
to think about it Cathy. When I get back, you have two choices,
1: get on your knees, pledging yourself as my slave to fulfill
my every wish, or 2: walk out the door, to never return. Once
you leave, there is no coming back. Think about it.",
Mike told her as she laid on the couch, her body showing no
signs of the pain going on inside.

I'll do it, Cathy screamed to herself. Stop the pain, I'll
do whatever you want! But no words would come from her mouth,
and as she heard the door shut, she knew she was alone. The
pain was building, and she swore once he came back, she would
do whatever he wanted. She never wanted to go through this
again.

After what seemed like two years rather than two hours in
her pain coma, she heard the door gently open and then shut.
Footsteps came toward her, and she felt someone open her mouth,
even through the pain.

And it ended, just like that. As fast as it started, it
stopped. She had control of her body again.

"Well slave, time to choose. Either go or kneel, make
up your mind.", the Master told her softly.

Cathy struggled off the couch, still a little shaky from
her ordeal. She looked over at the Master, standing back about
five or six feet. She quickly moved over to him, not even
bothering to stand but crawling.

She got on her knees before him, saying,"Master, I
promise to do whatever you wish. I am your property to do
with as you please. Please take me as your slave.".

"Very good slave, not a bad little speech. You did
not feel the pleasure when I gave you the drug this time.
That is because you will only be given that drug when you
please and obey me. This drug will delay the pain coma for
72 hours. Do you understand?"

"Yes.", Cathy lied. She really didn't, but she
wasn't going to take any chances.

She never saw the hand, it came quickly from her left side,
an opened handed slap on her cheek that sent her sprawling
and left a bright red mark on the side of her head.

"Ye, yes, Mas, Master.", she stuttered out to
him, quickly getting back on her knees, not wanting to get
hit again.

"That type of behavior will not get you the pleasure
you want. Understand?".

"Yes Master.", she said.

"Good. Now stand up and remove your clothes. Quickly!",
he barked to her.

Cathy jumped up, not wanting to get hit again, but also
because she wanted to feel the pleasure again, and would do
anything to avoid the pain. She quickly removed her blouse,
then her bra, her tits standing almost straight out, with
very little sag. She lowered her skirt, down to her ankles
and stepped out of it. Then her panty hose. She carefully
rolled them down her smooth legs and set them aside. Next
came her bikini panties. For some reason they were wet with
her juices, leaving little streaks on her legs as she lowered
them to the floor and kicked them out of the way.

As soon as she was naked, she got back down on her knees
in front of her Master.

"Very good, slave. Keep this up and you just might
get some pleasure later after all. Now stand up so I can have
a good look at you.", Mike told her.

She stood up, hands at her sides, head bowed, as Mike slowly
walked around her, giving her the once over.

"Spread your legs more.", he said.

She moved her legs apart, giving him easy access to her
dripping pussy.

He reached out to her breasts, standing in front of her
naked body. He kneaded the firm flesh in his hands, enjoying
the hot feel of her skin. He roughly pulled at her nipple
until a soft moan escaped from her lips.

She was a beaut, he thought. He reached down to her pussy,
parting her lips and slipped a finger easily inside. She was
wet, her cum beginning to run down his finger as he pumped
it in and out of her. He added another, so that he had two
fingers slowly moving into her, brushing her clit with every
stroke.

The fingers inside her pussy were driving Cathy crazy. She
could not believe how turned on she was by all this. She felt
the fingers moving into her, rubbing her little clit with
each stroke. Her thighs began to move with his fingers, trying
to keep them buried inside her. His other hand was still rubbing
her tits, keeping the nipples hot and hard, bringing her even
closer to orgasm. She groaned as she felt his fingers leave
her pussy, not wanting him to stop.

"Suck my fingers like a cock, slave!", Mike told
her as he moved his hand up to his mouth.

Cathy opened her mouth when she felt his fingers pressing
against her lips. She sucked the digits into her wet oral
hole, cleaning her salty fluid from his fingers as her tongue
moved up and down their length like a real cock. She felt
his fingers leave her mouth after they were clean and move
back down to her pussy. They plunged back inside her moist
hole, coating themselves again in her juice as they pumped
up into her, only to leave and head back up to her mouth.

She didn't need to be told this time, her mouth opened and
she sucked the fingers inside her. She quickly cleaned them
of juice, and they left again for her pussy.

Mike watched his new slave squirm under his fingers. He
moved his hand back and forth from pussy to mouth for about
ten minutes, as she continued to clean his fingers of her
cunt juice each time.

"Ok, slave, now put this one.", he told her, handing
her a black dog collar.

She looked at the collar for a second. It looked just like
the one she had seen around Linda's neck. She took it and
put it around her neck without a word, tightening it as best
she could.

Mike admired her for a second. She looked great standing
there in front of him, head bowed, legs spread, and wearing
a collar!

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back.",
he ordered her, "Time for some restraints.".

She hesitated for a second, then turned around, her hands
locking onto each other behind her back. She felt Mike pry
her hands apart and force each of her hands into some kind
of glove that ran almost up to her shoulders on each arm.
Then she felt him tighten up the restraint, and realized it
actually was one glove and he was tightening it up her back,
pulling her arms together so her elbows touched, then continued
the rest of the way up to her shoulders. When he finished,
her arms were bound tightly together behind her, her shoulders
being pulled back and toward each other painfully.

Mike turned her around and looked at his handiwork. With
her bound this way, her chest seemed to push even further
out from her arched body.

"Kneel and suck my cock, slave. Be warned, if I feel
one bite on my dick, your going to get a full 12 hours of
pain drug.", Mike told her as he pulled his pants and
jockey shorts off.

"Yes, Master.", Cathy told him, shuddering to
herself thinking of 12 hours of pain. The two had almost killed
her, the last thing she wanted was more!

She slid down to her knees and stared at his cock. My god,
she thought, the thing is huge! At least 9", maybe 10",
she judged, but so thick. She was going to have a hell of
a time not hitting her teeth on it.

Cathy moved her face close to his erection, her nostrils
catching the putrid smell of urine, sweat, and cum from his
groin area. She forced herself to ignore it and moved her
mouth to his rigid tool, opening wide to take in much as she
could, working her mouth half way down its length before starting
back up. Her tongue lapped at the underside on each stroke,
then twirled across the sensitive top before starting back
down.

"Take it all slave. All the way into your throat, till
you hit bottom!", Mike ordered her.

Cathy cringed at the thought, but tried to force more into
her mouth. When it reached the back of her throat, she started
to choke and couldn't get any more inside. She continued to
lick as hard as she could hoping that would please her Master.

The next time her mouth moved down his shaft, Mike was ready
for her. As his penis hit the back of her throat and she started
to move back up its length, Mike grabbed her head and slammed
forward with his hips, burying his cock deep within her mouth,
her nose smashed into his groin. She struggled to move back,
but he held her firmly in place.

"Stop trying to move, your not going to die, but if
you don't sit still, I'll leave it in your throat until you
pass out!", Mike told her.

Cathy had felt him grab her head and knew what was going
to happen, but it still surprised her when his cock slammed
into the back of her mouth and ground itself deeply into her
throat. At first she panicked, not being able to breath, but
once she heard her Master tell her to stop she did. She did
not want to get him mad at her again!

After a few seconds he relaxed his grip on her head and
moved it backward, all the way to the tip of his shaft, then
plunged it back down until her nose was once again against
his groin. He did this several times with her, keeping his
dick buried deep inside her throat for about twenty seconds
each time until he thought she had it down and then released
her to carry on alone.

Cathy felt him let go of her head after a few more strokes
into her throat. She quickly buried her head deep into his
pubic mound, eager to show her master that she would do anything
to please him.

As her mouth moved up and down his hard manhood, her tongue
was licking all along its length, moving up and down its length,
tickling it with each stroke. She was beginning to enjoy this
for some reason, the throbbing cock feeling good when it was
buried inside her throat, pushing against her air pipe. The
thought of the cum inside his balls was forcing her to work
faster. She wanted that cum inside her mouth. She wanted to
suck it all down into her stomach, to try and please her Master,
who controlled the drug she so desperately needed.

Mike could feel the orgasm approaching swiftly. He reached
down and grabbed her head again, this time finding no resistance
from her. He pulled her mouth onto his shaft, burying it deep
in her throat as he began to pour his jism into her. After
the first few shots into her throat, he pulled her head back,
forcing her to take the cum into her mouth. Making her taste
his seed as shot after shot hit her tongue, some dripping
down the sides of her mouth to the floor below because she
couldn't swallow fast enough. He let go of her and watched
her continue to suck on his torrid dick, her tongue licking
up along the shaft to catch what was about to drip onto the
floor. After his shaft was clean, she looked down at his spilled
seed on the hardwood floor and bent her head down and licked
it clean, moaning to herself as she did. Then her head moved
back up to his spent rod, her mouth taking it back inside.

When her Master grabbed her head a second time, she knew
he must be ready to cum. As her head slammed into his groin,
she felt his huge dick start to throb as it released its load
into her. She worked on his dick, trying to massage it with
her throat. As his hand guided her head back to his spewing
tip, she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to taste his cum
before she swallowed it all. She let her head rest with only
a third of his rod inside her eagerly sucking mouth, trying
to swallow his salty fluid as it poured into her. She couldn't
get it all. Some leaked out onto his stiff member and down
to the floor, but she still tried to get as much as she could,
actually beginning to like the taste and feel of his jism
inside mouth.

After she was sure his cock was through shooting his seed
into her mouth, Cathy used her tongue along the length of
his softening manhood to lick up all of his nectar that had
spilled out. Looking down, she saw some had fallen onto the
floor. Moaning to herself, she lowered her head to the floor,
her tongue darting across the oak planks to gather the seed,
now cold and hard from exposure to air, licking up the dirt
and dust as well, swallowing it all as fast as she could.
She hoped this act would save her from punishment from her
Master for dropping his cum in the first place.

She moved back up to his soft dick, and took it back into
her mouth. After all, she thought, he had told me to suck
his cock, and had not told me to stop yet! Cathy moved her
head slowly up and down her Masters flaccid rod, licking along
its entire length as she went. She got the entire amount easily
into her mouth.

She was beginning to get sore from her sucking, her jaws
ached, and her arms and shoulders definitely hurt from the
tight restraint she was forced into. But if she got the pleasure
drug tonight, she thought, it would all be worth it. Besides,
this didn't hurt nearly as much as the pain coma she had been
in before. She would do anything rather then let that happen
to her again!

Mike looked down at his new slave. She had moved back to
sucking his dick without even being told! She's going to be
a good one, Mike thought, allowing himself to enjoy the attention
Cathy's mouth and tongue were giving his tool. Yes indeed,
he thought, as he felt his tool begin to grow hard again in
her mouth.

As Cathy continued to suck on her Masters penis, she began
to feel the blood surge back into it, slowly making it grow
in her mouth. She worked harder, her cheeks bulging in and
out as his stiff manhood began the long ride back into her
sore throat. She buried him inside her, her tongue roving
around the base and half the length of his tool. For over
a minute she kept him inside her throat, before she moved
her head back to get a breath of air. Up and down her lips
moved, fitting him like a glove, his now rock hard staff glistening
with her spit as it moved in and out of her oral cavity.

"Stop slave, and stand up.", Mike ordered her.

"Yes, Master.", Cathy quickly replied while standing
up.

Her legs were so cramped she could barely move after kneeling
so long. But she stood before him as steady as she could,
ready for his next instruction.

I wonder what he'll have me do next, she thought to herself?

Mike reached out with both his hands, grabbing as much of
Cathy's firm tits as he could, kneading the pliant flesh with
his hard fingers. He worked her nipples, hard and standing
straight out, with his thumb and forefinger, tweaking them
until he heard her moan with pain from his abuse. He tormented
her orbs for a few minutes longer. When he moved his hands
away, he saw her once milky white skin was now beat red from
his abuse of her breasts.

"Very good slave,", Mike told her, "you are
coming along very nicely in your training.".

"Thank you, Master.", Cathy replied to him, unsure
of what else to say.

Mike grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, so her back
was to him. He reached up and checked all the straps on the
glove restraint, making sure they were tight all the way up
to her shoulders. Satisfied with the straps, he quickly put
his pants back on, then walked over to his desk and opened
a drawer. Reaching inside, he pulled out a chain dog leash.

"Come here.", he ordered her.

Cathy had seen the leash when he pulled it out, and knew
what was coming. Without hesitation she walked over to him,
lifting her head back so he could have easy access to the
collar encircling her neck.

Mike smiled to himself while he watched Cathy walk towards
him, her breasts jiggling with each step. As she lifted her
head back, Mike reached up and snapped the leash onto her
collar.

"Follow me.", he ordered, leading her out of the
room with the leash.

As they walked through the door, Cathy saw Linda standing
next to the wall. Had she been there all this time, Cathy
wondered?

"Linda, go inside and clean the room. Be sure to pick
up all her clothes.", Mike ordered at her.

"Yes Master.", Linda replied, and then moved swiftly
into the room to do his bidding.

Mike led Cathy through the house, into the kitchen were
he unlocked a door and led her down into the basement. At
the bottom of the stairs there was another locked door. Mike
opened it and reached inside, flicking on the lights.

Cathy let out a small groan of despair when she saw what
was inside. The room was obviously some sort of dungeon, with
various apparatus spread throughout the large stone room.

Against the far wall were several cages, the size for large
dogs, but Cathy doubted if a dog had ever been inside one.
On the other wall were chains and cables connected to pulleys.
Everywhere along the floor were rings set in cement. There
were also various chairs and tables in the room, most with
straps on them for tying people down. Some had electrical
cords running around and through them. Cathy tried not to
think what they were for.

"Hello Luan,", Mike said, "and how are we
doing now?".

At first Cathy didn't know who he was talking to, until
she heard the muffled moans coming from across the room.

Looking over, she saw what appeared to be a young, dark
skinned girl tied standing to a pole set in the concrete floor.

Probably Mexican, Cathy thought. Her head was covered with
a leather mask so she couldn't see her features, but she noticed
long dark hair flowing out of the bottom of the mask. From
the moans and grunts she heard, she knew the girl obviously
had some sort of gag in her mouth. Her hands were tied behind
the pole, and various straps crossed her body to hold it tight.
Her legs had been tied to two of the rings on the floor, spread
in a wide v. Under her pussy on the floor, Cathy saw some
sort of machine. It was a large box, about two feet long,
one foot wide, and a foot and a half tall. There where several
dials and gauges on it, plus a red and green light. The lights
would alternate every few seconds. One of the gauges would
go to zero when the red light was on, and the girl would struggle
and cry against her gag. A metal pole reached up from the
machine to the girls cunt, were it increased in diameter and
disappeared inside her.

"Electric shock to her pussy.", Mike explained
to Cathy.

"Luan was twenty minutes late with lunch today, so
she gets a few hours of this as punishment. In the future,
I'm sure she'll be more punctual.".

Cathy looked at the poor girl, a sudden feeling a dread
overcoming her. My god, she thought, what have I gotten myself
into. Still, it could not possibly be worse then the drug
induced pain she had felt earlier. Nothing could be worse
than that.

"Come here, Cathy.", Mike ordered her.

While she wasn't looking, her Master had moved over to some
sort of restraint device. It looked like the old medieval
stocks, but it had a short table connected to it.

When she moved over to him, Mike undid her collar and glove
restraint, momentarily freeing her.

Cathy sighed in relief, her arms and shoulder had begun
to throb in pain from being bound firmly in the same position
so long.

"Lie down on the table Cathy," Mike ordered her,
"with your head and arms through the stocks.".

Cathy began to lie face down on the table, moving her hands
toward the stocks.

"No.", Mike said. "Lie down on your back."
He raised the half arm of the stocks so she could slip inside.

Cathy obeyed him, turning over. Her head and hands were
now in the stocks, her head hanging down without support as
Mike closed the stock on her. It was a tight fit, the padded
wood holding her wrists firmly in place.

Mike moved to her body after securing the stock in place.
Her back was on the small table, but it wasn't quite long
enough to hold up her pussy and ass. In this way, her lower
anatomy was completely exposed to him. The table was just
high enough that her legs could not touch the floor. He reached
under the table by her shoulder and brought out a strap. He
wrapped this around her ankle and then tightened it to a tie
down ring on the table, pulling her ankle and leg, folded
at the knee, up and back. He moved to her other side and did
the same thing.

Cathy felt the straps on her ankles pulling her legs back
and apart. She could feel the cool air on her pussy and knew
she was completely open to her Master now. She stared up at
the ceiling wondering what would happen next.

Mike removed his pants and walked over to the front of the
stock, were Cathy's head stuck through. He had made the stocks
at just the right height to hold his slaves head so they could
give him blow jobs. He grabbed Cathy's head, pushing it down,
and shoved his semi erect penis into her open mouth. He felt
her begin to suck him in and run her tongue along his manhood's
length as soon as he entered her. He grabbed the top of the
stocks for support and began to pump his dick in and out of
her noisily sucking mouth, shoving his cock deep into her
throat with each thrust, his balls slapping her face, then
moving it back out till only the tip of the head was in her
oral cavity before slamming back into her.

Cathy saw him remove his pants and move toward her head
in the stock. She opened her mouth wide before he even had
a hold of her, her tongue reaching out to lick the tip of
his hot, fleshy missile before it entered her. She moaned
to herself, liking the salty taste of his penis as it slid
into her sucking mouth and moved down her throat. She ran
her tongue along its length, stopping at the tip to plunge
in and try to get some of his salty nectar, then back to its
base as he shoved it back in. His rhythmic pumping was making
his balls slap loudly against her nose with each stroke, her
nostrils filling with the pungent aroma of his sweaty seed
machine.

After several minutes, he pulled out of her mouth and moved
forward, his scrotum sack lying on her mouth.

"Lick my balls, slave.", Mike ordered her.

"Yes Master.", Cathy replied, reaching out with
her tongue to lick his sack of cum.

She had a hard time licking his balls. Not being able to
hold onto them, they moved sideways and around, never staying
in one place. Still, she did her best, her tongue moving around
first one of his testicles, and then the other, licking all
of the sweat and dead skin off his hairy sack and between
his thighs.

After a few minutes of this, Mike moved away. He reached
under the stocks and removed a dildo gag. He shoved the two
inch long and three inch wide rubber dildo into Cathy's mouth,
pulling the straps tight behind her head and fastening them.

Now it's time for some pussy, he thought.

He walked around Cathy, grabbing her tits and pulling hard
as he moved between her spread legs. Her pussy lips were spread
slightly, a white stream of her juice leaking down into the
crack of her ass and falling on the floor. Mike reached out
and shoved a finger up her pussy. He thrust a second in and
began to work them in and out of her wet hole. Her body reacted
with each thrust of his hand, her hips trying to move to meet
his thrusting fingers. Taking his fingers out, he moved his
penis against her moist opening, first coating it with cum
from his wet fingers. With one hard push he forced himself
into her, his cock smashing into her. His huge member forced
its way the length of her love canal, hitting her uterus and
forcing it backward against her intestines. He slowly withdrew
his rigid tool, until only the head was still inside her,
then thrust his hips forward again, sending his dick back
into her depths, hearing her gasp when his groin slammed into
her mound. In and out he moved, picking a slow rhythm, enjoying
the feel of her pussy walls grabbing his rod, her hips straining
against the restraints to meet his thrusts, trying to keep
it buried inside her.

Cathy felt his hands move down her body, from her tits down
into her pussy. She was getting excited, the fingers moving
inside of her were bringing her closer to climax.

When his fingers left, she knew what was coming. His member
tore into her, making her scream in pain against the dildo
gag in her mouth. As her Master started to fuck her pussy,
the pain faded away, to be replaced again by her lust. She
tried to move her hips in time to his humping, the straps
holding her body down making it almost impossible. She could
feel his huge rod moving up her canal of love, pushing her
intestines out of the way as it spread her pussy further then
it had ever been before. Forward it went, only to withdraw
again, sucking her walls together as it moved backward.

Mike increased his tempo now, feeling his orgasm approach.

God, this cunt is tight, he thought to himself. His tool
glistened with her juice as it moved inside her.

Finally he could hold off no longer. He buried himself in
her with one huge lurch into her body, his hands reaching
up and grabbing a handful of her tits and squeezing as he
started to cum. His dick started spewing forth his seed, sending
shot after shot into her hot depths. As he started to cum,
he felt her body quiver and go tense, and realized she, too,
was cumming. He let his cock stay inside her after he came,
his jism mixing with the juice inside her cunt, as he laid
his body on top of hers, his hands still clutching her breasts.

Cathy felt him slam into her pussy the last time and knew
he must be cumming. His groin was pressing hard against her
pussy mound. As his cock began to spurt, she felt the shots
of cum inside her, coating her pussy with hot liquid, sending
her to the brink of orgasm. When she felt his hands grab her
tits, the sensations overloaded her already strained nervous
system and she came with a pipeline orgasm, her body fighting
against the straps that held her firmly beneath him as wave
after wave of orgasmic pleasure engulfed her.

Mike slowly pushed himself off of Cathy's body, their sweat
making a sucking sound when he did. He looked down at his
now soft dick, covered with his cum and her juice, and saw
that she also was leaking steadily, their mingled fluid falling
on the floor.

I'm going to have to do something about this, he thought,
looking over at Luan. And I know just the Latin girl to do
it with!

He walked over to Luan and reached down, turning off the
shock machine and unplugging it. He quickly had her unhooked
and untied from the pole. He gave her a few seconds to straighten
herself out.

She was a looker. Very short, just 4'9" and 90 lbs,
but what a body she had at 22 years of age. He reached out
and held one of her breasts, kneading it slightly until milk
began to pump slowly out it. He had made Luan take special
birth control pills that made her milk glands develop. What
he got was a 36-22-34 figure on a very small frame!

"Think you've learned your lesson, Luan?", Mike
asked her.

"Yes Master. I'm very sorry, that will never happen
again, I swear it.", Luan answer him in a trembling voice,
her Spanish accent making the words seem slurred.

"Good, I'm glad we got that straight.", Mike told
her.

"Now, do you see that dark haired girl tied to the
stocks over there?", Mike asked.

"Yes Master".

"She has an extremely wet pussy. As a matter of fact
she is leaking all over the floor. Now you get over there
and clean up her pussy, her asshole, and the floor with your
tongue", Mike told her.

"Yes Master", Luan replied as she hastily moved
over to Cathy's spread legs and knelt between them, her head
lowering to her pussy.

Mike moved over to Cathy's head and removed the dildo gag
from her mouth. He moved his dick over to her mouth.

"Clean it slave.", he ordered her.

Mike saw Cathy open her mouth, taking his gooey dick inside.
He felt her tongue swirl around his soft rod, her mouth working
to clean all their juice from it.

He looked over at Luan, who was busily sucking the juices
out of Cathy's cunt, her hands spreading her pussy lips so
she could get as much of her tongue inside her as she could.
She lapped at the salty fluid like a dog dyeing of thirst,
her tongue moving deep inside of Cathy as she attempted to
get every drop from her used cunt. After she was sure she
had eaten all of her Master's cum, Luan lowered her tongue
to Cathy's asshole. Pushing it inside, she tasted Cathy's
shit as she worked her tongue into her ass. She made sure
she got every drop out of Cathy's dark hole and off of her
body before she lowered her head to the floor.

Luan's nose scraped the smooth concrete floor as her tongue
moved in and out of her mouth, trying to capture all of the
sex fluid that had fallen from Cathy's pussy. Her tongue moved
in large circles, getting smaller with each rotation, until
all of the pussy juice and jism had disappeared into her eager
mouth.

Cathy heard Mike giving Luan her orders, then watched him
as he moved over to her and removed the dildo gag from her
mouth. Even before she told him what to do, she knew what
he wanted. She opened her mouth wide, waiting for him to place
his sloppy cock within. She quickly sucked his oozing rod
into her mouth, her tongue darting all over it, moving the
foreskin back so she could make sure it was clean, swallowing
the salty ooze as soon as she loosened it from his tool. Once
she was sure it was clean, she just moved her tongue up and
down its length, her mouth gently massaging his tool. She
moaned to herself as Luan's tongue moved up into her cunt.

God, that feels good, Cathy thought. She could feel her
tongue darting in and out of her sore pussy, gently probing
her insides. Luan's mouth sucked with all its force to clean
the jism and juice from her.

"You like having Luan's tongue in you, huh.",
Mike said to her, more of a statement then question.

Cathy nodded yes, and it was true. The tongue in her pussy
was beginning to excite her again! She felt Luan's tongue
move down to her ass. The hot, wet, little spear pressed against
her rosebud until it wiggled inside, cleaning out her bung
hole just like her pussy. After a few minutes she stopped,
and Cathy realized she had moved her head down to the floor
to finish off their Master's orders.

"I'm done Master.", Luan said several minutes
later, looking up at her Master, hoping he would be pleased
with her work.

Mike removed his dick from Cathy's mouth and moved down
between her legs where Luan knelt waiting for him. He inspected
her work for several minutes, feeling Cathy's pussy and ass,
checking for any fluid she may have missed.

"Very good, Luan. An excellent job. See, you can do
good, when you want to.", said Mike.

"Thank you Master.", Luan replied with joy, her
cheeks turning slightly red from his praise.

Mike reached under the table again, and removed a large
butt plug that was hidden there.

"Here, wet this good with your mouth.", he said
to Luan as he handed the plug to her.

She quickly put the plug in her mouth, her tongue moving
over the uneven surface. First she wet the skinny part by
the flat end, then moved up to the wider section at the other
end. She worked on it for several minutes, coating it with
a large amount of her spit. She had learned to always do a
good job, you never knew whose hole the Master would stick
something in.

"Ok, that's good Luan.", Mike said after a couple
of minutes, taking the rubber plug from her mouth.

"I want you to go and get cleaned up. Lets see, it's
9:30 now. I want you cleaned and waiting for me in my bed
with something sexy on by 10:30. Tell Linda and Melanie to
get ready for their nightly drug dose. I'll be through here
shortly and then give it to them.", Mike told her.

"Yes Master, I'll tell them right away and get ready
for you", Luan replied, a smile spreading across her
face. He must really not be angry with me anymore, she thought.
After all, this is normally Linda's night to sleep with him.

"Ok, get out of here.", Mike told. He watched
as she walked through the dungeon door, her butt swaying with
her steps.

Mike looked down at Cathy's spread pussy, her brownish asshole
just below it, still gleaming from the licking job Luan had
given it.

He moved a finger down to her brown hole and pushed it in.
It went in slowly, her flesh trying to turn outside in and
follow it inside. He worked his finger into her ass slowly,
then pushed in a second. A low moan escaped her lips when
he began to work the second finger inside her tight bung hole.
After a few more strokes, he removed his fingers and put the
large butt plug against her tight opening. He pushed, harder
and harder, a loud moan escaping from Cathy's lips as the
tip of the butt plug moved into her. He kept shoving, until
it was at its widest section, three inches wide, with three
inches inside her. He looked at Cathy's quivering chest and
realized she must be crying. Her breath was coming in short,
hoarse sobs, as he worked the plug up and down her dark hole
like a dildo. Finally, he shoved it all the way in and left
it there, walking back to her head.

Cathy heard her Master dismiss Luan, then felt his finger
probing her tight bung hole. She had never had anything up
her ass before Luan's tongue, and she really didn't like the
idea. But she bit her lip, the hope that she would get her
drug fix driving her on. As the second finger worked it's
way inside her, she began to think this really wasn't so bad
after all. Then he removed the fingers and she felt the cold
rubber butt plug against her dark hole. At first she didn't
know what it was, but as the pressure increased, and the tip
slipped into her tight hole, trying to carry all of her flesh
with it, she let out a loud moan.

My God, she thought, that thing was to big, it would rip
her apart. She felt it spreading her bung hole, until she
was sure she must be ripped in two. It slowly moved out of
her hole, and she let out a big sigh of relief, sure her Master
was through and

would not do this to her any more, only to feel it again
press back into her, trying to rip her into pieces. Up into
her and back out it moved, grinding its way into her dark
passage. The tears were rolling down her cheeks, her breath
coming in quick, jagged gasps. Finally it moved even further
into her, and her bung hole closed around the narrow section,
locking the plug deep inside her ass. She felt her Master
let go of the plug, and she strained to force it out.

"You might as well stop straining, your not going to
be able move that plug.", he told her.

Cathy was taken by surprise. She had concentrated so much
on her pain, she never saw him walk back up to her head.

"You've done excellent today Cathy. So well in fact,
I've decided to give you the pleasure drug. Most new slaves
take at least one day of adjustment before I let them have
it, but you have done quite well.", he told her.

"Thank you Master, I really tried.", Cathy told
him, more in a cry than her actual voice.

She looked up at him and saw he was holding a dropper with
some liquid in it.

"Open wide, my new slave.", Mike told her.

She opened her mouth, hoping this was not another trick.

When the liquid hit her tongue, she knew it wasn't. Her
mind exploded into a thousands orgasms, her body floating
on cloud nine, each of her nerve cells sending signals of
joy and ecstasy to her overloaded brain. It seemed to last
for hours to her, yet when it was over and she opened her
eyes, her Master had not yet gotten the dropper back into
the bottle.

Mike reached down to Cathy's dildo gag, putting it back
inside her mouth, making sure it was secured tightly to her
head. He reached under the stock just below her head, and
pulled out a board so she could rest her head without it hanging
down.

"10:00. Well, Cathy, time for me to go to bed. Have
a good night here.", Mike told her as he walked out of
the room.

Cathy saw him walk toward the door. The lights went out
and all she could see was the light from the open door. This
quickly left as the door swung shut. She heard the locks turning
in the door and her Master's footsteps going up the stairs.

She was quite alone in total darkness. She vaguely wondered
how she had got into this mess. The thought soon passed, though.
What mattered from now on was she must please her Master at
all times. She wanted that pleasure drug, and never wanted
to feel the pain again. As her mind worked on ways she might
become a better slave for her Master, she drifted off to sleep.
The cramps in her legs not bothering her, as exhausted as
she was.

Mike awoke at the break of light the next morning. Turning
to his nightstand, he looked at the radio alarm clock. 6:00
am.

To damn early to get up on the weekend, he thought to himself.
Oh well, Ted will be here in a half hour or so anyway. Might
as well get up. He moved back to his stomach, feeling Luan's
soft body next to his. Then again, Ted could wait.

Mike pulled the covers away from Luan's body, revealing
her smooth backside, firm ass, and slender legs to his eyes.
A dark nylon body stocking covered her from neck to toes,
with a small opening for access to her pussy and asshole.

He rolled on top of Luan, his body pressing her into the
soft mattress. He rubbed his dick against the fabric over
her ass cheeks. He reached beneath her, fondling her soft
tits through the nylon stocking. His mouth pressed hotly against
her neck, sucking on the hot flesh as she moaned and writhed
beneath him.

Lifting up his body, he rolled her over. He lowered his
body back onto her soft flesh. His hand moved her long, dark
hair from her face, her brown eyes locking onto his, as his
mouth covered hers. His tongue danced inside her, playing
tag with her tongue as he darted it around her mouth. His
erection was rubbing her cunt through the opening in the stocking,
moving against her wet pussy lips as she spread her legs wide,
giving him easy access to her womanhood. His hands moved back
to her soft breasts, kneading them through the soft fabric
until milk began to slowly ooze from them, spreading through
the nylon stocking in circles from her tits.

Mike felt Luan respond beneath him, her arms encircling
his body as his erect penis found the opening to her cunt.
As the head disappeared inside her hot hole, he shoved forward,
burying his hard rod into her moist depths. He heard her gasp
and arch her back when he slammed his tool into her.

Mike put his hands under Luan's back, their bodies pressed
tightly together as his hips started a slow, rhythmic, fucking.
His stiff penis moved up her moist channel, until it drove
into her uterus, then pulled back out. He moved his hips again
and again as he fucked her hot cunt, their pubic hairs meshing
together at the end of each stroke. The suction when he pulled
out of her made a loud slurping noise, exciting him as it
mixed with his panting and her moaning.

Luan felt her warm milk slowly leak down the sides of her
body as her Master fucked into her pussy, her juices engulfing
his tool as it rammed her clit with each stroke. His body
pressed her into the bed, smashing her tits against her body
as his pubic mound banged into hers with every stroke.

She moved her hips upward as best she could on his down
strokes, trying to bury his hot erection as far into herself
as she could. Her vagina walls worked firmly on his manhood,
massaging his rod lovingly in its slick, vice like grip. With
each stroke she squeezed her pussy muscles, trying to milk
the cum from him.

Mike rolled off of Luan onto his back, his breath coming
in short gasps as he lay on the firm mattress.

"Get on top and fuck my dick," Mike ordered her.

"Yes Master," Luan replied.

Luan moved to her knees on the bed, quickly moving on top
of her Master, legs spread open wide over his manhood. With
a knee resting on each side of his masculine body, she reached
down to guide his massive member into her wet depths. Her
hips moved slowly downward, her pussy swallowing his rod in
one smooth motion. Their groins pressed hotly against each
other, sending sparks from her love button to her pussy as
it flooded with hot juice, her excitement growing towards
orgasm.

Luan moaned to herself as she started to move up and down
on her Master's hard shaft, her body standing straight up
from his in a ninety degree angle. Her hands pushed against
her thighs as she pumped her hips on his huge member. She
concentrated on controlling the muscles in her pussy, stroking
him gently with each movement of her body. She moved her hips
in a quick rhythm over his body, his 10" shaft disappearing
into her soft cunt, only to reappear a split second later,
coated with her juice.

She felt her Master's hands move back to her breasts as
she fucked herself on his staff. His hands were kneading her
soft flesh roughly through the nylon fabric, making her milk
flow even faster from her enlarged nipples. Her nipples squirted
the milk against the body stocking, running down her taught
stomach until it reached her cunt lips, mixing with her juice
before running onto her Master's shaft and onto the bed below
them.

The sweet smell from her milk and the pungent aroma from
her fucking pussy wafted up to her nostrils, giving her an
intoxicated feeling as her orgasm built.

God she's good, Mike thought as Luan moved her pussy over
his raging hard on, bringing him closer and closer to his
release. He would cum soon he knew, her pussy massaging his
manhood with every stroke, her juice dripping down onto his
body. His hands milked her breasts, sending a stream of her
mothers milk down her wildly fucking body, to finally come
to rest on the bed beneath them.

"I'm Cumming Luan, don't stop!" Mike yelled at
her.

He could hold off no longer. Grabbing her hips, he pumped
his cock deeply inside her, impaling her body on his rigid
tool as it started to spurt his scalding seed inside her.
He felt his cock shoot spurt after spurt of cum into her depths.
Her pussy flooded his tool with its juice as she climaxed
at the same time, her pussy spasms making his orgasm seem
to last forever. His fingers held onto her gyrating hips,
his body arching to shove every last centimeter of his rod
into her. His cock eventually stopped spitting his seed into
her, and he relaxed back onto the bed, her love nest still
holding tightly onto his slowly softening dick.

Luan was on the verge of cumming as her Master slammed into
her the final time. His hands roughly pulled her onto his
erupting cock, burying it deep within her womb. Between the
hot fluid pouring inside her and his groin pressed hard against
her hot clit, the sensations were to much for her. Her orgasm
exploded in her. Her pussy contracted uncontrollably on the
flowing dick buried deep inside her, flushing her pussy with
her own hot cum. Her hips struggled against her Master's strong
hands, unable to break his strong grip. She ground her hips
downward, rubbing her clit against his pubic area, sending
lightening sparks up her cunt and throughout her body as it
shook in orgasm. The orgasm rolled through her body for almost
a minute before it subside, leaving her weak and unable to
catch her breath.

Mike felt Luan collapse on top of him after her orgasm.
He reached up and removed the black hair that was covering
his head. He listened as she worked to regain her breath,
her head pressed hotly against onto his chest. Her wet tits
were smashed onto his chest from her weight, the milk still
slowly leaking out and down his body to the bed below. He
could feel her pussy still quivering against his now soft
penis, there juices flowing past it onto his pubic hair and
finally the bed.

Mike reached up and took Luan's head in his hands, moving
it to his lips. He pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue searching
for hers, and playing with it.

They kissed for several minutes, Mike beginning to play
with the idea of fucking her again when there was a soft knock
at the door.

"Come in," Mike yelled at the door.

Linda opened the door, her long blond hair contrasting nicely
against the two piece black G string bikini she wore this
morning.

"I hope I didn't disturb you Master?" Linda asked,
a little fear in her voice.

"No. What do you want?" Mike responded.

"Ted is here Master, at 6:30 like you ordered him,"
Linda answered.

She was glad her Master wasn't angry with her. He sometimes
woke up mad, even when he had told them to wake him. And he
never liked to be disturbed when he was fucking. She had heard
their love making while she was outside the door and had waited
for fifteen minutes after she thought they were done before
knocking to be sure it was safe.

Mike looked at his watch. 7:00.

"Ok, tell him to wait for half an hour, then come up
here with his reports and some coffee.

Mike pushed Luan off his body, his wilted penis slipping
out of her wet pussy as she moved to his side.

"Come on Luan," Mike told her, "time to get
up and take a shower. I need a washer."

Mike maneuvered his body off the bed, walking to his connected
bathroom.

Luan raised herself off the bed, her legs a still a little
shaky from their screwing. She removed the body stocking from
herself, the wet fabric sliding coolly over her flesh.

Her Master was brushing his teeth as Luan entered the bathroom.
Not stopping, she walked over to the shower. Turning on the
water, she waited for him to join her.

Luan stood back slightly in the spacious shower as her Master
entered. She waited until he had soaked his body before she
reached toward him with a washcloth and soap.

Luan poured some shampoo into her Master's hair, scrubbing
his scalp under the flowing water. Moving to the top of his
back, she worked the cloth into a soapy froth as she rubbed
his hard body. Her hands wandered down to his ass, the cloth
moving over his flesh in brisk strokes.

Her Master turned around, allowing her to scrub his face
and neck. Shifting her attention downward, she moved her cloth
to his hairy chest, cleaning her own congealed milk off of
him. Next, she went to her Master's groin, washing his soft
penis tenderly. Her hands gently rubbed his testicles, the
soap removing the residue of their fucking. Going to her knees,
she washed his thighs and legs.

While she soaped her Master's feet, his soft dick was directly
in front of her face. She gently kissed the head, tasting
the unrinsed soap that covered it.

"Take the head of my dick into your mouth Luan, I have
to pee," Mike ordered her.

Luan quickly moved her mouth over the soapy head. Almost
immediately, her mouth was flooded with his hot urine. It
tasted a lot like the warm salt water rinses she used to gargle
with as a child, but much stronger. It had a pungent after
effect that she wasn't sure was tasted or smelled. She swallowed
as much of his salty waste as she could, the hard stream striking
the back of her mouth and then shooting forward. What she
couldn't gulp down spilled out of her mouth in a torrent,
down her wet body, disappearing in the shower drain. She left
her Master's rod in her mouth for a minute after his piss
stopped, cleaning the tip with her tongue before washing it
again with her cloth.

Mike let loose of his pee as soon as Luan's mouth covered
the head of his dick. His urine gushed forcibly into her oral
cavity, a huge quantity stored up from the previous night.
He looked down, seeing her mouth gulp in desperation as she
tried to catch all of his fluid before it rushed out of her
mouth and down the shower drain. His piss seemed to last forever,
sending a steady flow of his waste into his slaves eager mouth.

After he was through emptying his bladder into Luan's mouth,
he rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower.

"I feel nice this morning slave. You can finish cleaning
up in my bathroom this morning, just don't be all day,"
Mike told her.

"Thank you Master, I'll be very quick," Luan replied.

While Mike toweled himself off, Luan moved to the sink to
start her daily cleaning. After brushing her teeth, she reached
into the cabinet below the sink, bring out her douche bag.
Taking it with her back to the shower, she cleaned herself
thoroughly, making sure all her holes were squeaky clean and
well lubricated.

As Mike walked back into his large bedroom, he saw Ted Crawford
sitting at his table by the window with two cups of coffee
and a pot of the same before him. Melanie was tearing down
his bed, fresh sheets resting on his cabinet. She was wearing
a tight red halter top, her 34 C tits and nipples stretching
the fabric from her chest. Her bottom was covered by tight
gold exercise leotards, stretching across her firm ass down
to her ankles. The outfit contrasted well with her dark black
skin, her afro braided tightly in the back.

Mike thought about Ted. He was the only person addicted
to the drug triloxakin that Mike didn't order to call him
master. Of course, Ted had taken the drug on his own, and
then given the secret to Mike.

Two years ago, Ted had worked at the Matabin Drug company
in the research and development division. He was actually
the person who invented triloxakin. Ted had been so sure the
drug would work, that after just 2 days of laboratory testing
on animals, he had used himself as the first and only human
guinea pig. When he came in the third day, and saw his animals
in a coma, he had gone into panic.

As the pain spasms started in his body, he knew he was in
trouble. He worked feverously on an antidote, but the constant
desire for the drug made it impossible for him to concentrate.
Afraid the company would use the drug to enslave the human
race, he had left, destroying all computer records and company
notes with him.

He had gone to Mike, an old friend and molecular chemistry
student at Los Angeles university. He told Mike his story,
giving him his notes, begging him to produce the drug for
him and find a cure. The drug had worked its psychological
effects on Ted's brain, making it almost impossible for him
to deal with the thought of not having the drug again, and
unable to help Mike reproduce the drug.

Mike was actually glad when, after three days, Ted went
into his pain coma so Mike could work undisturbed on copying
the drugs structure.

Thank God Ted had taken good notes before he had taken the
drug, or Mike would never had reproduced it.

Four days after Ted had gone into his pain coma, Mike was
able to produce a batch of the drug. He had given him the
triloxakin, quite surprised by how fast he came out of the
coma.

The next few months was a learning process for both of them,
especially Mike. He discovered the two other drugs, hoping
they would remove the addiction to Ted, but both were failures
from that stand point. He found Ted was almost completely
psychologically dependent on him, his two days of coma removing
all of his will when Mike asked him to do anything. He was
just as bright, and just as outspoken with other people, but
found himself emotionally dependent on Mike.

Mike had decided to use the drug to his own advantage. He
had given it to Terri, a cute short haired blond living in
the apartment next to his. Through experiments with her and
several other pretty women, he discovered the best way to
quickly produce a slave. It was simple, let them have a good
dose of the pain coma right from the start, and they all became
emotionally dependent on him as their supplier, eager to do
anything at all to please him.

He had spread out slowly, starting a high class escort service
in LA with twelve of his girls. He didn't earn that much money
from their hooking, but got a great deal from the clients
afterward, mostly high power politicians who didn't want their
pictures smeared across the front page of the paper in very
compromising positions.

He now had services in New York, Washington, DC, Chicago,
Miami, San Francisco, and Dallas, plus had managed to get
a few top executives from several fortune 500 companies, including
the entire board of directors from Matabin Drugs (he thought
that was only fair to Ted). And of course, the prettiest he
kept at home for himself.

Mike grabbed the jockey shorts and cut offs Melanie had
laid out for him, putting them on before he sat down next
to Ted and took a sip of hot coffee.

"Good morning Ted," Mike greeted Ted.

"Morning Boss, have a good time?" Ted grinned
at him, eying Luan in the bathroom.

"Pretty good, as a matter of fact. So, what's new Ted?
Why this important meeting on a Saturday?" Mike asked
him, his gaze resting on the coastline stretched out below
him.

Mike opened the first one and looked inside. He saw a picture
of a large blond woman, dressed in a black leather corset,
and hip high spike heel boots, a cat-o-nine tails whip in
one hand, a spiked paddle in the other. Her hair stretched
to just below her shoulders. He read the bio data on her.
Mistress Donna, 32 years old, 6' even, 150 pounds, 38-30-36,
address; 2345 J Street, apt 15, New York, New York.

Big girl, Mike thought.

Closing the first folder, he looked into the second. He
found a picture of a young oriental girl with long black hair.
Looking down to the bio data he read; Sung Lee Kim, originally
from Singapore, 18 years old, 5'2", 105 pounds, 34-22-34,
address; 56890 Hemlock Avenue, New York, New York.

Closing the folders, he looked over at Ted.

"If Terri wants to make these girl slaves, I really
don't think we need anymore at this time Ted, especially in
New York," Mike told him.

"I agree Mike, but the decision was already made. Terri
made them both slaves five days ago. I just found out yesterday
from Becky in Washington. Evidently Terri had faxed this data
to her, bragging about them. She immediately forwarded them
to me," Ted responded to Mike.

"That's beside the point Ted. The one major rule we
have here is that I and only I have the authority to give
the drug out. This is the second time Terri has pulled this
bullshit. It's time to reign her in. Who do we have here in
L A that can take over in New York?" Mike asked Ted,
the anger beginning to dissipate from him.

"I think Colleen would be a good choice, Mike. She's
smart, a business school graduate. She should do fine,"
Ted replied to Mike.

"Ok, have my jet ready to leave Oxnard for New York
by 10:00 am, that will give her two hours to get packed and
get here. Make reservations for me at the Hiat in New York.
Tell Terri to be there waiting for me," Mike instructed
Ted.

Ted reached out for the phone on the table, dialing the
numbers from memory, to put Mike's instructions into action.

Mike looked over at Melanie, who was just finishing cleaning
up his room.

"Melanie, pack me a suit case. Enough clean clothes
in it to last three or four days. I shouldn't be gone that
long, but I may," he instructed her.

"Yes Master," she replied, quickly going to his
closet and getting a suitcase, starting to pack.

As she was packing, Luan walked out of the bathroom, her
naked flesh glowing from the hot shower and scrubbing she
had given herself.

"Luan, go tell Linda to come up here," Mike ordered
her.

"Yes Master," Luan answered, leaving the room
to find Linda.

"All set Mike," Ted said, hanging up from his
last phone call, "Colleen will be at the jet by 9:30,
ready to go. You're booked for the penthouse sweet at the
Hiat, and Terri will be there waiting for you. She sounded
awful scared when I talked to her Mike."

"She should be. I am not at all amused by this little
stunt of hers," Mike said.

"You wanted me Master," Linda asked as she walked
into the room, still wearing her black two piece bikini.

"Yes, we are going to New York for a day or two. Go
pack yourself some clothes, enough for three or four days.
Be ready to go in one hour," Mike ordered her, "and
tell Luan to come back here."

"Yes Master, thank you very much," Linda replied,
a large smile spreading across her face. She loved to get
out of town alone with her Master.

After a few minutes, Luan walked back into the room, still
naked, kneeling in front of Mike.

"Yes Master Luan replied, scooting over to Ted on her
knees, her head moving down between his legs.

"Thanks Mike," Ted said.

Mike walked over to the bed and sat down just as Melanie
finished packing his suitcase.

"Melanie, I left Cathy tied up down in the basement.
While I'm gone, I want you and Luan to keep working on her
for me, understand?" Mike asked her.

"Yes Master," Melanie replied to him.

"Go through the house schedule and explain to her what
is expected of her," Mike instructed her, "You can
start her bisexual training and her toilet training. She is
to go to work Monday morning. Make sure she is not late. You'll
be in charge while I'm away. I'll leave a four day supply
of drugs for you. It's your discretion on whether you give
her the pleasure drug or not. Luan's been very good so far
this morning, so unless she totally screws up, she can have
hers. Any questions?"

"No Master," Melanie answered him.

"Good, now go downstairs and untie our new slave. Bring
her back up here, but don't enter the room until Luan leaves.
You can use your time explaining the way things work around
here to her," he told her.

"Yes Master, I will," Melanie responded to him.

She left the room quietly, going down stairs to untie her
new sister in slavery.

Mike reached over to the fresh clothes Melanie had left
for him. A pair of blue jeans and a comfortable shirt plus
tennis shoes completed his wardrobe for the trip. No reason
to be sitting in tight clothes for a five hour flight, he
thought as he slipped into them.

Mike looked over at Ted and Luan as he sipped his coffee
on the bed. He watched her head move up and down on his hard
cock, her arms encircling his waste to draw him closer to
her.

Luan moved over to Ted as her Master ordered her. Reaching
out with both her hands, she quickly undid his belt and pants.
She pulled his pants and boxers down his muscular legs until
they were around his ankles. Bending her head down, she sucked
his semi erect tool into her moist mouth, her nostrils filling
with the pungent aroma from his groin.

She moved her tongue around the base of his penis, the salty
taste exciting her as it moved further into her eager mouth.
It began to grow from the attention of her expert mouth and
tongue until it was fully erect, sliding easily into her throat
with each thrust of her head. It wasn't as long as Mike's,
about 8" she judged, but it was still a mouthful.

She let the hot tool leave her mouth, her tongue running
along its length from the tip to the base. She was mouthing
the side of his rod, her lips wrapped halfway around it as
she move her head downward. At the base of his tool, she worked
her tongue into his pubic hair, going until she reached his
hairy scrotum sack. She gently sucked on his balls, listening
to Ted moan with pleasure from her action. His pubic hairs
tickled her nose, making her want to sneeze. She massaged
his testicles for a few minutes before moving her head back
to the top of his hot erection. She sucked the head into her
hot mouth, moving her lips along its length until the entire
tool was again buried deep in her throat.

While she lovingly moved her mouth over Ted's manhood, she
felt him start to hump his hips into her mouth, his soft moans
telling her his orgasm was approaching quickly.

She felt him tense, his cock expanding inside her mouth
as it began to pump its salty seed into her eagerly sucking
mouth, shooting against the back of her throat.

Her mouth moved backward, opening as wide as she could when
he started to shoot his load. She laid the head of his dick
on the top of her tongue, giving her Master as good a view
as she could as he shot his hot jism into her. One hand reached
up to gently massage his balls, trying to squeeze every once
of his seed into her mouth. Her other hand moved to his shooting
rod, steadying it so all the spurts of cum landed on her tongue
and rolled back into her throat where she sucked it down like
it was water from the fountain of youth.

When his penis had stopped pumping his hot jism into her,
Luan closed her mouth back over his softening tool, her tongue
darting into his pee hole to clean out as much of his nectar
as she could.

"Whew, that was great Luan," Ted told her, picking
her up and planting a wet kiss on her lips, his hands squeezing
her tits when they were within reach.

"Thank you Ted," Luan replied, looking over at
her Master.

"Was it ok Master?" she asked him.

"If Ted said it was great, it must be. You know he
doesn't lie. You better go now Luan, if the others are out
there, send them in," Mike instructed her.

"Yes Master," she said, "have a nice trip.
I'll miss you."

As soon as she left, Melanie and a naked Cathy walked into
his room.

"I'm going away for a few days Cathy. While I'm gone,
you will obey Melanie and Luan just like you would me. Understand?"
he asked her.

"Yes Master. I will do whatever they order me to do.
I will try to be a good slave," Cathy answered him.

He noted with satisfaction that she had moved to her knees
as soon as she entered the room. He knew her muscles must
still be terribly cramped from her night bound to the stocks
and any movement very painful to her.

Yeah, he wasn't going to have any trouble training this
one. Not like that stupid Terri.

"Good, now take my bag downstairs to the door and then
wait for Melanie. She'll be right there to continue your training,"
Mike ordered her.

"Yes Master," Cathy answered him.

She got up off her knees and picked his suitcase off the
bed, carrying it in front of her as she left.

Mike followed her bouncing ass cheeks as she walked out
the door.

Nice ass, Mike thought.

"Melanie, in case of an emergency either get a hold
of Ted or myself, preferably Ted first. This trip shouldn't
take to long," he told her.

"Yes Master, I'm sure everything will be ok while you
are away," Melanie answered him from her knees.

"Here," he said, handing her a small vial with
about fifteen drops of liquid in it, "this will last
you four days. You have plenty of pain drug if you need to
punish anyone."

"Lets go get Linda Ted and you can drive me to the
airport. It's 9:00 now, maybe we can get an early start,"
Mike ordered him.

"Ok Mike," Ted replied.

Mike left his bedroom and walked over to the slaves room
and opened the door. He looked inside and spotted Linda just
closing her suitcase.

"Are you ready yet?" he asked her, eying her in
the clothes she had chosen to wear.

He had given all his slaves orders to dress sexily around
him, but somehow Linda always seemed to outdo everyone else.
She was wearing a dark blue spandex top, the material clinging
to her upper body, her breasts pushing the soft fabric away
from her body, the outline from her nipples quite evident
in the fabric. Her legs and ass were covered by a pair of
white slacks. They clung to her buttocks and thighs tightly,
then slowly spread wider along her legs, flaring out loosely
at the bottom. Her golden hair hung neatly down her back,
her ears adorned by a small pair of gold earrings.

"Yes Master," she answered with a smile, "I'm
all backed and ready to leave."

"Good, lets get out of here then," he said.

They walked out to the front of the house, Ted stopping
to grab Mike's luggage and throw it in the trunk of the Cadillac
he was driving.

Mike and Linda climbed into the back seat, sinking into
the soft leather. Linda snuggled herself against Mike' body,
pushing her breasts into his arm as she clung to him. Ted
climbed silently into the front seat and drove them out of
the yard.

9:10, Mike thought. With any luck they would be at the airport
by 9:30 and in the air by 9:45.

And then he could think about what to do with Terri!

Mike stepped out of the car almost before Ted had brought it
to a full stop, holding the door while Linda stepped out, a
little off balanced from her high heels. Beside the jets open
hatch he saw Colleen standing next to the copilot, waiting for
them.

"Get the baggage and wait for me in the plane with
Linda," Mike instructed her as Ted popped the trunk latch
from inside the cab.

"Yes Mr. Brannigon," Linda answered him, remembering
to use his proper name when out in public.

"I should be back by Sunday night late, or Monday,
hopefully," Mike was telling him.

"Just give me a call when you know for sure, Mike,
and I'll have the jet waiting for you," Ted returned.

"Right. As long as Terri hasn't messed up to much,
I'll just stay long enough to make sure Colleen has it all
under control and then split back here with Terri," Mike
told him.

"See ya later Ted," Mike said as he walked to
the open hatch.

"Have a good flight," Ted yelled as he drove the
Caddie away from the plane.

"Glad to have you with us, Mr. Brannigon," the
copilot greeted him as he walked up, having just finished
stowing their luggage.

"We're all ready to go, sir. About a 5 hour flight
today," he told Mike.

"Ok, don't disturb us until we arrive", Mike told
him.

"Of course sir," the copilot replied as he latched
the cabin door shut. This was normal for this guy, he didn't
ever want to be disturbed. He and the pilot always stayed
in the cockpit during the flight. He thought it was silly,
but he also knew Brannigon was some big stockholder in Matabin,
with a lot of pull. Sometimes it seemed the jet was owned
by him, and not the drug company, the way they scheduled it
around Mike and not the executives. He quickly walked past
his passengers into the cockpit, closing the door behind him.

Mike looked around the compartment, taking in the familiar
view. There were six gray leather chairs on one side of the
jet, with six on the other side, each facing each other in
a club seating arrangement. In the center aisle were several
small holes in the floor where a small conference table could
be set up. The chairs swiveled on their base, so they could
face forward during takeoffs and landings. Between the first
row of seats and the cockpit door was a small bar area, with
bottled drinks in a refrigerator. Behind the last row was
a small fold out desk and a stored typewriter. At the very
back was a lavatory.

Mike studied Colleen while the jet taxied out to the runway.
She was sitting directly across from him, her chair facing
his. He was glad to see she had remembered his orders to always
wear sexy clothes around him. Her green eyes looked at him
as he studied her, a wry smile spreading across her delicate
face.

She had a tight, shiny, long sleeved silver body suit on.
It appeared to be made from either silk or a silk like fabric,
encasing her ample 36" bust tightly. A nipple's outline
protruded from the soft material, her other one hidden by
her long auburn hair as it lay across her shoulder, falling
almost to her waist. The fabric continued to hug her body,
squeezing her 26" waist, the stretch band making a line
across her lower stomach. Her pussy was tightly sealed in
the suit, the material pulling in underneath her, enclosing
her hips and protruding ass. From her enclosed groin, the
body suit hugged her thighs and legs firmly until it reached
her ankles. A pair of slim silver slippers adorned her feet,
completing the outfit.

A loud bell chimed in the cabin over the whine of the jet
engines. Mike looked up, seeing the "Please Fasten Your
Seatbelts, and Lock Your Seats in an Upright and Forward Position"
warning light on.

They all did so as the Captain's voice boomed over the loudspeaker,
repeating the message to them as the jet accelerated down
the runway.

"I know you brought some toys with you," Mike
said, turning to face Linda. "As soon as she returns,
I want you to put on a show for me with her. Put her through
her paces."

"Yes Master," Linda said.

She reached under her seat, grabbing the large purse she
had brought on board with her. Opening it, she removed an
8" strap on dildo, several lengths of rope, some leather
bondage straps, and a full leather hood with gag.

Linda watched Colleen hand Mike his beer. Before she could
sit back down, Linda reached out with her hand, grabbing her
chin and turning her head to face her.

"The Master wants a show. You will do as I say,"
Linda told her.

"Yes Mistress," Colleen replied, her eyes lowering
as Linda gently held her head.

Linda's other hand reached up, her fingers seeking the soft
outline of Colleens breasts through her jumpsuit. Her mouth
moved to Colleen's, her lips parting as her tongue darted
into her oral cavity, seeking her tongue.

Linda let go of Colleen's chin and moved it to her other
breast, both hands now working the firm flesh under her clothes.
She roughly pulled at the nipples through the jumpsuit, pinching
the tops, forcing Colleen to moan into her open mouth.

Her hands moved to Colleen's back as her tongue continued
to push inside her mouth. She found the zipper to Colleen's
jumpsuit. With one swift motion, she unzipped the suit to
the bottom of her firm ass.

Linda stood back, pulling the tight fabric over Colleen's
shoulders and down her taut body, exposing her breasts and
pussy slowly, as the silver cloth moved downward.

"Kick off your shoes and step out of your bodysuit,"
Linda ordered her.

"Yes Mistress," Colleen replied as she quickly
did as she was told.

Linda studied Colleen's naked body in front of her, swaying
slightly from the motion of the jet. Her right hand reached
back to her breasts, as her mouth again locked onto her red
lips, smearing her lipstick over both of them. Her left hand
moved down to her pussy, the fingers slipping inside of Colleen's
already dripping cunt.

When Linda's hand moved down to her cunt, Colleen quickly
spread her legs, giving her easy access to her moist womanhood.
She wanted to feel Linda's fingers inside her, her mouth and
other hand having already started the juices flowing.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back,"
Linda instructed her as she reached for the rope sitting in
the chair.

"Yes Mistress," Colleen said to Linda.

As she turned around, she felt Linda grabbing her hands,
solidly binding them behind her back with the rope an leather
straps. After her wrists were bound, she felt her move up
to just above her elbows, the rope pulling her arms in firmly,
so her elbows almost touched behind her back.

She stood there for several minutes, hearing Linda doing
something behind her, but not sure what.

"Turn around and kneel," Linda ordered her.

As she moved to obey, she saw Linda had been busy removing
her clothes, and now stood before her kneeling body totally
naked, her breasts pointing straight out from her chest.

Linda reached out to Colleen's long auburn hair, grabbing
a handful of it and pulling her head back.

"Ok, bitch, lets see how good you are at using your
tongue. Eat my pussy," Linda instructed her as she moved
her body up to Colleen's face, her legs spreading to allow
Colleen's mouth to slide under her pussy.

Colleen smelled the strong odor of Linda's pussy as she
moved over her face, the pubic hairs tickling her nose. She
stuck her tongue out, lapping at her pussy lips, moving it
up and down her wet slash. She gently tongued her clit, her
mouth closing around the little bud as she sucked on it and
moved her tongue across its sensitive surface. Moving back
down the gash, she pushed her tongue into Linda's hot hole,
greedily sucking as much of her love juice into her mouth
as she could, before moving back up to her clit.

Linda felt Colleen's tongue start to work on her love box.
She moaned to herself as it worked on her clit, gently sliding
along the length of her love nest, to bury itself as far as
it could reach up her cunt. She grabbed harder on Colleen's
hair, trying to force as much of her mouth into her pussy
as she could, not really caring if she could breath or not.
She loved this part of being Mike's slave, to be put in control
of the other girls, able to make them do whatever she wanted
them to. To please her in any way she could think of, and
she could think of quite a few!

Colleen sped up her pace, her tongue pressing deep into
Linda's hot orifice, her mouth making a tight seal against
her hole, sucking out her pussy juice, drinking it quickly
down her gulping throat. Her tongue moved back up to her clit,
darting over the sensitive knob.

She felt Linda press her head even harder into her cunt,
her groaning now almost a continuous moan escaping her lips.

"Keep licking slave, I'm almost ready to cum!"
Linda ordered her.

The orgasm was racing toward Linda at breakneck speed, Colleen's
talented tongue bringing her closer and closer with each flick.

"Yes, yes! I'm Cumming!", Linda yelled to Colleen,
her breath coming in rapid gasps. Her hands pulled her head
tightly against her cunt as the orgasm wracked her body, the
spasms shaking her body.

Colleen pushed her tongue deep inside Linda's cunt as she
heard her yell, her upper lip massaging her love button as
her tongue worked inside her moist hole. As the orgasm shook
Linda, Colleen pushed her head hard against her pussy, her
tongue trapped inside her spasming cunt, lapping at her salty
fluid.

* * * * * * * * CHAPTER 4B FLIGHT TO NEW YORK

Linda held Colleen's head against her pussy after her orgasm
subsided, enjoying the feel of her tongue moving around inside
her.

"That's right Bitch, lick it clean, don't miss a drop,
and don't stop till I tell you to", she said to her in
a gasping voice. She pulled Colleen's hair even harder, forcing
her nose into her pubic mound until it bent sideways.

Colleen worked her tongue gently around Linda's wet cunt,
lapping up into her as far as she could, draining her hole
of all its pungent fluid even though she could barely breath
with Linda's vice like grip on her hair.

After a few minutes, Linda pulled up on her head, bring
Colleen's mouth even with her tits.

"Suck them", she ordered her as she let go of
her hair and reached down to grab Colleen's own breast.

Colleen moved her mouth over the right nipple, taking as
much of it and the soft breast into her mouth. She felt Linda
grab her own breasts, roughly squeezing the 36 D's in her
grip. Her tongue had worked Linda's nipple into a mini erection,
the aureole swelling and the nipple standing straight out
from her chest. She moved her mouth over to the other breast,
tasting her salty sweat as it engulfed the soft orb.

Linda continued to knead Colleen's breasts roughly, squeezing
them one second, then pulling hard at the nipples. She could
hear soft, muffled moans from Colleen whenever she pulled
really hard on the nipples. So she pulled hard often.

"That's enough, slave ", Linda told her as she
moved slightly back from her.

"Stand up straight, I have something for you",
Linda ordered as she reached behind her grabbing a leather
hood that had been in her hand bag.

"Yes Mistress", Colleen replied. Her arms were
beginning to hurt, being tied so far back behind her. She
stood as straight as she could in the jet, her cum smeared
face looking toward Linda and the hood that she held.

Linda pulled the hood over Colleen's face, tightening it
with leather straps. She left the attached dildo gag loose
for the moment, she had other plans for that mouth.

"Kneel slave", she ordered her.

Linda watched Colleen move to her knees as she fastened
the 8" strap on dildo to herself. She moved forward,
so that the dildo was just inches from her mouth.

"Open your mouth Bitch, and suck me like a man",
she ordered as she shoved the head of the dildo against her
lips.

Colleen opened her mouth when she felt the dildo push against
her lips. Her tongue eagerly began to work on the rubber member
like it was the real thing. She moved her mouth down its length,
swallowing the entire thing into her massaging throat. She
began a slow in and out motion with her head, taking the length
into her throat till her nose pushed against the leather strap
holding the dildo to Linda's pubic region.

Linda let Colleen continue her sucking for several minutes,
letting her coat the dildo with a slippery film of spit, before
pulling back from her. She reached out to the kneeling girl,
putting the attached gag into her mouth and securing it tightly.

"Lie on your back and spread you legs", she ordered
her after the gag was secured.

Colleen quickly laid back onto the jet's floor, bending
her knees and spreading her legs wide in the process. She
was now lying on the floor, totally naked, blind and exposed,
her tied arms pushing into her back as she waited for Linda
to fuck her with the dildo.

Linda wasted no time. She quickly moved between Colleens
spread legs, her mouth moving to one of her reddened tits.
She took the soft flesh into her mouth, biting hard on the
nipple. She enjoyed the muffled cry of pain from Colleen's
gagged mouth as she worked her teeth roughly over the already
abused mound. Her hand moved down to Colleen's wet cunt, guiding
the dildo into her female cavity. She removed her mouth from
her nipple and replaced it with her hands, one on each breast.
Holding Colleen's breast for support, she thrust her hips
forward as hard as she could, burying the entire length of
the dildo into Colleen's pussy with one shove. Linda smiled
to herself when she heard the muffled scream beneath her.

The pain was almost unbearable for Colleen. She honestly
thought she might pass out when Linda grabbed her poor tits
and shoved the huge dildo into her all in one stroke. The
gag in her mouth halted the scream of pain that tore up from
her throat. As she lay beneath Linda, she felt the dildo begin
to slowly withdraw from her tight hole.

Mercifully, the hands ceased their vise like grip of her
tormented breasts, moving to her side as Linda started a slow
in and out fucking motion with the hard plastic penis. As
the dildo moved in and out of her hot love nest, Colleen caught
herself beginning to enjoy the fucking Linda was giving her
now that she wasn't being so rough. She began to arch her
back and send her hips up to meet Linda's thrust with each
pump of her hips, now moaning with pleasure beneath her masked
face.

"That's right Colleen, fuck that dildo hard girl",
Linda said to her as she moved the dildo in and out of the
captive girls pussy. She picked up her pace now, shoving into
the helpless woman beneath her as hard as she could.

With each stroke, she could feel Colleen thrust up her hips
to meet her, trying to suck the fake member back into her
hole. Then Linda would reverse her stroke, pushing the strap
on dildo back into her moist depths, spreading her pussy walls,
shoving her ass hard onto the jet's carpeting.

Colleen's breath was coming in short, muffled gasps now
as her orgasms was approaching. Each shove of the plastic
phallus into her brought her that much closer, the rubber
dildo holder smashing into her love button with every down
stroke. She slammed up at Linda with each stroke now, her
orgasm only seconds away, needing to feel the climax rock
through her.

Linda pulled out of Colleen just before she came. Colleen's
gagged cries of protest following the removed of the dildo
from her wet cunt.

Thank God, Colleen thought. She's not going to fuck my ass
after all. Then she felt the dildo leave her wet pussy, and
move up to her brown butt hole. It pressed against her rose
bud, forcing itself into her shit hole. Her sphincter muscle
grudgingly opened up to the relentless pressure of the fake
penis as it buried itself into her dark tunnel, shoving her
intestines aside.

"You have a tight ass Colleen, you need to be fucked
more up it. I'll help", Linda whispered to the helpless
girl.

"STOP!", she screamed against the gag filling
her mouth. She tried to move away, but Linda held her solidly
in place, lying over her tied arms, pushing her face and chest
into the carpet as she began to fuck in and out of her tight
crap hole. It felt to Colleen as if the dildo was tearing
her inside out, trying to pull the very guts out of her shit
hole with each outward stroke, only to have them shoved painfully
back in as the plastic penis buried itself back into her.

As Linda fucked into her, Colleen felt Linda reach under
her and begin to rub her clit, starting the slow climb back
to the orgasm that she had been cheated out of earlier.

The pain began to leave as Linda fucked her asshole with
slow, powerful thrusts of her hips. A warmth started to spread
out over her bottom, spreading to her excited clit that Linda
was busily massaging with her right hand.

Colleen rocked backward toward the fake penis now, trying
to shove it further into her shit hole with each stroke, her
bruised tits rubbing the jet's carpet when she did. Her sphincter
muscle was now relaxed enough to allow easy movement of the
plastic dick in and out of her back door.

Orgasm raced over Colleen, her knees coming together so
tightly Linda could not remove her hand from between her legs,
or the dildo buried deep into her ass. Muffled cries of joy
gushed out through Colleen's mouth as she pushed back against
the dildo, feeling as if sparks of pleasure were shooting
from its tip as the climax raced throughout her body.

She must have passed out for moment, because Linda was no
longer on top of her and she didn't remember her getting off.

"See how nice I am Colleen", Linda smiled at her,
"I let you cum. but now you've dirtied your toys and
have to clean them".

Colleen felt her head being lifted up and realized that
Linda was now standing in front of her. As she raised her
head, she moved to a kneeling position. The smell of shit
and pussy juice began to fill her nostrils as she felt Linda
undoing the gag portion of the hood she was wearing.

When her mouth was free, she the plastic prick brush up
against her lips, a coating of slimy shit covering her lips.

"Clean it with your mouth, slave", Linda ordered
Colleen.

Colleen moaned to herself, knowing she had no choice. If
she resisted, Linda would just force her, and then her Master
would really work her over!

The smell of shit ascended to her nostrils as she opened
her mouth to take the putrid dildo into her mouth. The taste
of her bodily waste mixed with her pussy juice filled her
mouth as she slowly sucked the plastic penis into her oral
cavity. She worked her tongue around the dildo, making sure
all the ribs were clean as she moved down its length. The
head moved into her throat as she worked down to the base,
licking every inch to make sure she removed all of her own
shit and swallowed it. She let the dildo fall from her mouth,
moving her tongue to the rubber holder, licking every part
of it until it was as clean as the plastic penis slapping
her face.

She sucked the fake dick back into her mouth, pretending
to give it a blow job after it was clean. She wasn't sure
if Linda wanted her to do this, but she figured if would give
her more of a rest until Linda thought of something else to
do to her.

"Colleen, lie on the floor and spread your legs",
Mike ordered her.

Colleen started, she had almost forgotten her Master was
there watching her and Linda all this time. She quickly fell
backward, her tired arms, turning slightly blue from the ropes,
pressing into her already sore back.

"Linda, put the gag back in her mouth and then get
dressed for New York. She can stay like that until we're almost
to there. I'm going to take a nap for a while. If I'm not
awake when we are about an hour out, go ahead and untie her
so she can get dressed", Mike instructed her.

"Yes Master", Linda replied, bending over Colleen's
body and gazing at her tortured tits. A nice shade of spotted
red and blue, she thought as she reached up to the leather
hood covering her face and placed the gag securely in her
waiting mouth.

"And Colleen, if anything leaks out of you while your
down there, you will clean it with your mouth before we leave",
Mike told her.

Linda quickly moved to the rear of the jet and put her clothes
back on. As she moved by her Master she saw he was already
fast asleep. Reaching out, she took his empty beer and threw
it away before settling into her own seat for the remainder
of the flight.

Cathy heard Melanie's footsteps coming up behind her as
the Cadilac pulled away from the curb. Tears were swelling
up behind her hazel eyes as she thought about her predicament.

"Turn around slave", Melanie barked at her. She
eyed the pretty dark hared girl as she slowly turned her naked
body toward her, her nipples standing straight out from the
cool mornings air.

"You don't have to talk to me like that", Cathy
told her. "I'll do whatever you tell me to just like
our Master ordered".

The speed of the black girl surprised Cathy. The hand flashed
up from her side, slapping her full force across her cheek.
The blow caught Cathy off guard, sending her naked body sprawling
to the cold concrete sidewalk. An angry red mark noted the
spot of impact on her delicate face.

"On your knees Bitch", Melanie ordered her as she
reached out with both her hands, grabbing handfuls of her
hair and pulling her violently to her knees.

"You will address me as Mistress while you are in training.",
Melanie coolly told the kneeling girl as she pulled her head
back painfully by her hair to look into her eyes. "Don't
think because our Master is gone you will get off easily.
If you are not well trained when he comes back, I will catch
the heat, not you. And I have no intention of being punished
for some stupid white bitch! Understood?"

"Yes Mistress", Cathy replied in a hoarse voice
as tears flowed down the side of her face and dropped onto
her breasts before hitting the ground in front of her kneeling
body.

"Follow me", Melanie ordered her as she grabbed
the leash attached to the collar around the girls neck. She
led her back into the house, stopping in the middle of the
living room.

"Back to your knees slave", she told Cathy.

This time Cathy quickly obeyed her Mistress. Her knees sank
to the soft carpet as she waited for her next order.

As Melanie walked around her kneeling subject, she kicked
off her shoes.

Cathy's mouth quickly bent down to her Mistress's toes, her
tongue reaching out to lick her big toe first, then moving
to the next. The salty taste of sweat entered her mouth with
each lap of her tongue as it worked its way around and over
each of the black girls toes.

Melanie removed her red halter top as Cathy sucked and licked
at each of her toes. Her nipples stood straight out, hard
and erect as she tossed the top aside. Next she undid her
leotards, sliding them down her slender legs onto Cathy's
licking head. She quickly stepped back from her, kicking the
garment away, then moved her feet back to Cathy's licking
mouth.

"Lick and suck my nipples, slave", Melanie told
her. She tugged on the leach, pulling her head up toward her
waiting bosom.

My God, Cathy thought. I don't want to make love to this
woman. But I have no choice, if I want to keep my drug supply.
Her mouth moved up Melanie's taut body, her legs lifting her
face until her mouth was against Melanie's hard nipple.

She opened her mouth, taking the hot nipple into her oral
cavity. She moved her tongue around the hard tip, making larger
and larger circles as she sucked the mammary into her mouth.

Cathy actually began to like the feel of the salty flesh
in her mouth as her talented tongue worked its way around
the ebony orb. She felt Melanie's hands on the back of her
head, pushing her sucking mouth harder onto the black orb.

Melanie began to get turned on from her sucking mouth, the
tongue working her soft flesh with more skill then she thought
possible. She moved Cathy's head over to her other nipple,
enjoying the feel of her roving tongue on her hot tit. She
reached down, taking hold of Cathy's breasts with both hands.
Her hands worked Cathy's pliant flesh with gusto, her fingers
digging deep into the girls tits. She squeezed the soft tits
with force, rubbing her palms roughly against the protruding
nipples.

Muffled moans escaped Cathy's mouth as it pressed tightly
against Melanie's tit. The feel of Melanie's hands roughly
massaging her breast was beginning to turn her on.

"Now, down to my cunt Bitch, and lick me good",
Melanie ordered her. She let go of Cathy's breast and pulled
the leash downward, forcing Cathy back down to her knees.

Cathy tilted her head slightly back as Melanie maneuvered
her dripping pussy over her waiting mouth. The musky smell
of her excited cunt engulfed Cathy as her pubic hairs brushed
her nose.

Cathy moved her tongue slowly into the wet hole of Melanie's.
The pungent taste of her love nest overwhelming the taste
buds inside her sucking mouth. She worked her tongue up into
Melanie's open gash, pushing inside her as far as it could
go, then moved out, licking along her labia until it found
her excited clit. She sucked the entire clit area into her
mouth, working her tongue around the sensitive knob. Melanie's
moans of pleasure told her she was doing a good job on her.
She worked her mouth back and forth, from her cunt to her
swollen clit, drinking as much of her cunt juice as she could
get into her mouth.

"Ohhhhhh yes, that's good", Melanie told her as
Cathy worked her tongue deep into her cunt and back out.

Damn, this girls good, Melanie thought as the tongue found
its way to her love button. She pulled up on the leash, and
at the same time let her legs move further down, forcing Cathy's
sucking mouth tightly against her pubic area. I'm going to
cum soon at this rate, Melanie thought, as Cathy continued
to work her eager tongue into her cunt, pushing up into her
wet depths with each thrust.

"I'm cummmmmng!!! Don't stop, don't stop", Melanie
cried out as she pulled Cathy's face as hard as she could
into her dripping cunt.

The orgasm rocked through her, her clitoris sending waves
of pleasure through out her body as a pipeline orgasm engulfed
her.

Cathy guided her tongue as deep into Melanie's wet hole as
she could when she heard Melanie cry out that she was cumming.
Her head was jammed into her pubic mound, her nose crushed
forcefully against her clit. Melanie's tight vaginal muscles
clamped down on her wiggling tongue so powerfully she could
only move the very tip. She sucked hungrily at her cunt hole,
drawing her cum juice past her tongue into her waiting mouth.

After several minutes, Melanie slowly relaxed her grip on
Cathy's head as the orgasm slowly subsided. She felt Cathy
continue to lick into her as she relaxed, the feeling of her
tongue up her love hole soothing her after her violent climax.

Cathy kept her tongue inside Melanie, licking up all the
juice she could as she knelt underneath her body. She couldn't
believe it, but she actually liked the taste of Melanie's
cum juice as it slid down her eager throat.

"That was very good slave. You deserve a reward for
that", Melanie told her as she backed away from the kneeling
girl. She looked down at her, and noticed her nipples were
still standing straight out from her firm tits. Her Master
was right, she thought, she was a natural slave, a natural
slut.

Cathy watched as Melanie walked over to an intercom on a
wall. Her emotions soared at the thought of a reward. Surely
that meant the pleasure drug. She felt her cunt begin to drip
at the thought of it.

"Luanne", Melanie spoke into the intercom, "bring
Rolf down to the dungeon please. I need to reward Cathy!"

"Yes Mistress", the box spoke back to her in Luanne's
voice.

Melanie walk over to her clothes, putting them on. All the
time she stared at the kneeling Cathy and grinned in a way
very disturbing to Cathy. She wasn't sure what was about to
happen, but she was now sure the pleasure drug was out.

"Come along Bitch", Melanie said to her as she
grabbed her leash. She led her back to the kitchen and down
into the basement dungeon.

Cathy followed her obediently down into the dungeon. Melanie
stopped her before a low, short, bench.

"Lie down on this, stomach down", Melanie ordered
her.

Cathy did as she was told, feeling the cold metal press into
her soft flesh as she lied on the bench. It was barely big
enough for her body, holding her maybe 1 1/2 feet above the
floor, with her head sticking past one end, and her ass sticking
out the other.

Melanie grabbed several lengths of rope that were lying on
the floor. Grabbing Cathy's right arm, she pulled it out at
a 90 degree angle from her body. She tied one end of the rope
tightly to Cathy's wrist, the other end to a ring in the floor.
She did the same to her left arm, pulling tightly to get the
slack out of the rope, so Cathy's arms were stretched out
from her body in both directions with no slack to move. She
moved down to her legs, doing the same thing, pulling her
legs apart.

Cathy looked like she had been trying to do a split but had
missed the floor and hit the bench instead. Her legs were
already beginning to cramp from their stretched position.
As a final touch, Melanie looped a piece of rope through a
ring in her neck collar, pulling her head up and back. She
secured each end of the rope to either side of the bench,
centering her head.

Luanne entered the dungeon leading Rolf by his leash. She
walked over to Melanie, who was standing in front of the tied
Cathy.

"Here is Rolf Mistress", Luanne said to her. She
handed the leash holding the 75 lb. German Shepherd to Melanie.

"No! Not a dog!", screamed Cathy as she struggled
uselessly against the ropes tying her in place.

"You can leave now Luanne", Melanie told her as
she took the leash from her hand.

Melanie walked over to the struggling Cathy. Her hand flew
out, striking a hard blow to the side of her face.

"Quiet. You will do as you are told, with whoever or
whatever", Melanie told the sobbing girl.

Cathy tried to duck Melanie's hand, but the rope tied to
her collar kept her head in place. All she did was manage
to choke herself.

She stared in dumb shock at the huge dog in front of her.
It looked liked a police dog, with the light tan and dark
fur markings of its breed. Looking under the dogs body, she
saw the head of his canine penis poking out from its fury
sheath.

"Rolf", Melanie spoke to the dog, "kiss Cathy's
face".

Melanie pointed toward Cathy for the dog, unhooking its leash
from the collar so it could move toward the defenseless girl.

Cathy moaned in despair as she saw the huge dog move toward
her head. She noticed he had opened his mouth as he approached
her. He jumped up upon reaching her face, his paws digging
into her soft shoulders. She smelled his strong canine scent
as his hot breath panted into her face. Cathy kept her mouth
closed as the dog licked his rough tongue over her sensitive
lips.

"Open your mouth and take his tongue", Melanie
ordered the girl.

Cathy slowly opened her mouth, her tears mixing with the
slobber of the licking dog as Rolf continued to lick at her
lips. Her mouth now open, Rolf moved his tongue into her,
his hot breath panting into her nostrils. The dogs tongue
moved around inside her mouth, its rough sides scraping her
saliva from her, replacing it with its own. His tongue lapped
into her mouth, his cold nose pressed into her nose.

God, his paws need to be clipped, she thought as the huge
dog kept licking into her open mouth. The claws dug into her
soft shoulders, sending stabs of pain down her tightly stretched
arms.

"Rolf, lick her cunt", Melanie ordered the German
Shepherd.

Cathy felt the dog remove his front paws from her shoulders
and watched him as far as she could as he walked around to
her rear.

Rolf moved around the prone girl, moving in behind her as
he had been trained to do. His keen canine smell picked up
the scent of her pussy as he lowered his head to the quivering
hole. This part Rolf liked. His dog instincts took over as
his tongue began to lap at the tied girls pussy. He worked
it into her tight hole, liking the taste of her salty fluid
as his tongue moved up her wet channel. He moved his tongue
back out, licking down her slit to her love button, getting
all of her tasty fluid that he could. Back into her hole he
drove his long tongue, finding more of her juice where only
moments before he had cleaned them out. Into her moist pussy
Rolf worked his rough tongue, lapping at any drop of fluid
that escaped her widening hole.

Cathy tried to mentally prepare herself as the dog moved
to her rear. Tied like she was, she had no choice but to except
her fate. What she didn't expect was for it to feel so damn
good!

Rolf's rough tongue was driving her wild as it bore into
her cunt, licking up into her until its tip touched her very
uterus. Cleaning her out, it moved down her gash, the sandpaper
like surface driving her wild as it licked her clit clean.
Back into her hole it went, finding more of her juice flowing
out as she became more excited. She felt the stiff tongue
moving inside her, much larger then any mans, probing every
side of her pussy walls as it licked her clean.

Cathy felt her orgasm approaching quickly. She could hardly
believe it, made to cum by a dog! She began to squirm back
onto Rolf's tongue, trying to keep it inside its pussy as
she climax.

Rolf felt his tongue flooded with Cathy's hot fluid as she
came. He lapped hungrily into her, his tongue moving quickly
in and out of her moist tunnel. As he licked, his tongue again
was flooded with her juice. Happily, he moved his tongue far
into her depths, pressing even harder to find the source of
her fluid.

Cathy couldn't believe it. She was cumming again. That damn
dog had moved even further up into her love tunnel when she
came, searching for more of her sweet nectar. The roving tongue
sent her into another orgasm, then another as they racked
her tied body. Climax after climax surged through Cathy's
body, the tongue inside her driving her wild with desire as
it moved inside her.

Melanie watched as the multiple orgasms rocked Cathy's body.
That dog will do it every time, she thought. After several
minutes, she could tell Cathy had stopped cumming and ordered
the dog off her.

"Ok Rolf, stop", she told the dog.

The dog sat down directly behind Cathy, looking at Melanie
for his next instruction.

"Fuck her Rolf", Melanie told the dog.

With a happy whine, the huge dog jumped up behind Cathy's
ass, moving his front paws back up to her sore shoulders.
His groin was directly behind Cathy's pussy now as he began
to hump at her body, searching for her cunt with his erect
canine penis. His penis hit the opening to her hole, moving
in about an inch. With a loud yelp, he humped his canine haunches
forward, sending his hard penis into her soft depths. Lowering
his head next to her soft neck, Rolf humped away happily at
her hot pussy, pistonning into her with a speed that no man
could ever have matched.

Cathy felt the heavy paws once again on her shoulders as
the dog moved behind her. She felt him stabbing at her cunt
with his prick, hitting her clitoris several times before
it found her wet love hole. As it rammed into her wet cunt,
she realized it felt different than a mans. She remembered
her brother had once said a dog had a real bone in his boner.
That must be the difference she thought. It felt weird in
her, rubbing her in places that a mans dick had never touched
before.

She liked the fast pace the dog had set. With each thrust
forward, her clit bumped against the metal bench she was lying
on, moving her again towards another orgasm. She rocked back
and forth on her stomach, trying to match the fast pace her
canine lover was setting. The dogs tool worked further into
Cathy's wet pussy as she rocked beneath the madly humping
German Shepherd. His dick was driving into her like a jack
hammer, his drool falling onto her back and neck as his penis
brought her closer and closer to climax.

Cathy felt the dogs dick swell inside her, a hot feeling
erupting inside her womb as she realized the dog was cumming
inside her, his puppy seed spraying against the back of her
uterus. It felt like his tool had swollen to twice its width
in her, her vagina muscles contracting on it tightly as the
hot dog sperm triggered her own orgasm inside her.

"I'M CUMMING", Cathy screamed out, her pussy clamping
down on the swollen dog dick with such force Rolf could not
move it any longer inside her.

She heard the dog let out a low growl, biting at her neck
to hold her in place like any other bitch as he came. Luckily
the collar that she wore stopped him from finding her soft
flesh. She began to choke slightly as the dog pulled back
on her collar with his sharp teeth, his haunches still trying
to hump his swollen member inside her.

Cathy lay beneath the dog, her cunt slowly releasing Rolf's
dick from within her. She was exhausted after the orgasm,
wanting only to fall into a deep sleep.

Rolf, however, had other ideas. As her cunt relaxed, freeing
his penis, he began to hump back into her, his reproductive
instincts taking over his canine body. His teeth stayed glued
to the collar around the helpless girls neck as his dog dick
hammered into her pussy for a second time.

Cathy felt him begin to fuck her again. She moaned beneath
the animal, her abused pussy still sore from the stretching
his cumming had caused earlier. The pain was becoming unbearable
for her, the dog's dick slamming harshly into her cunt with
each fast stroke. Her arm and leg joints felt like they were
on fire, the ropes pulling her apart like a medieval torture
rack. She began to see everything through a red haze, her
eyes barely able to focus. Melanie was a blur in front of
her, but she could make out the grin across her face and knew
there would be no reprieve.

With a start, Cathy realized her hips were bucking back at
the humping Rolf. In a contest with her pain, the pleasure
of his dog dick was slowly winning out in her pussy. In a
daze, she began to hump back at the dog as best she could,
his penis bringing her again toward another orgasm.

No, Cathy thought, not another one. Her mind was losing control
of her body, her brain barely able to note what was happening
to her. Her reflexes slowly took over, her hips gyrating at
the dog dick fucking into her. From somewhere deep within
her mind, she sensed the dog tense inside her, pulling back
fiercely on her collar. The canine penis again swelled, the
tip spewing forth its hot load of dog cum deep inside her
cavity.

The canine orgasm triggered Cathy's, her body clamping down
once more on the swollen dick inside her mistreated love canal.
Pulling at the ropes holding her limbs in their agonizing
position, she felt her orgasm join the flames of pain from
her body, rolling over her with such force that she passed
out.

"Off Rolf", Cathy heard Melanie order the dog from
somewhere far away. She thought she felt the dog leave her
pain racked body, but she wasn't sure of anything at this
point. She heard a choking sound from somewhere, and realized
it was her own, her head straining against the tied dog collar
that held it in place. With all her effort, she moved her
head backward so she could breath.

Consciousness came flooding back to her as she lay on the
cold metal bench, as well as the pain from her outstretched
body parts. She could make out Melanie tying Rolf to a ring
in the floor about 20 feet away from her.

"Very good slave", Melanie said with a devilish
grin. "I have a treat for you now. I'll bet your thirsty,
aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress", Cathy answered, not really wanting
to. She wasn't sure what Melanie had in mind, but was pretty
sure she wasn't going to like it.

Melanie walked over to a cabinet on the wall, opening it
and removed a large glass. Moving back to her tied captive,
she placed the glass next to her reddened pussy and slowly
began to milk the dog cum mixed with Cathy's cum out of her
cunt hole.

Cathy had seen the glass in Melanie's hand and knew what
she was going to do when she walked behind her. Melanie's
fingers worked into her sore cunt, scraping out every drop
of fluid that she could, Cathy prayed it would not be very
much.

"Hmm, not very much, is it?", Melanie asked Cathy.

"No Mistress", Cathy replied to her, eyeing the
1/4 full glass that Melanie showed her after milking her cunt.

"Now, what can we do about that", Melanie asked
in a chilling voice that told Cathy she did not want to know
the answer.

"I know, we'll get Rolf to fill it", Melanie told
the bound girl.

Cathy watched as Melanie walked over to the German Shepherd,
patting his head as she kneeled beside his body.

Melanie reached under the standing dog with the glass of
cum, placing it in front of his fury penis sheath.

"Rolf, pee", Melanie told the dog.

God please no, Cathy thought as she saw Melanie walk back
toward her a minute later, the glass now full in her hand.

"Drink", Melanie ordered the girl, holding the
glass of rancid fluid next to her waiting lips.

Cathy looked at the glass. It was full of a yellowish liquid,
with white swirls of Rolf's dog cum slowly rotating inside.
As the glass pressed against her lips, her nostrils caught
the smell of male dog piss, mixed in with something else.
Knowing she had no choice, she opened her mouth, allowing
Melanie to pour the drink into it.

"Now, don't you spill any", Melanie warned her
in a cold voice.

The salty taste of piss entered Cathy's mouth as she quickly
swallowed what Melanie poured into her, hoping she wouldn't
throw up. The glass slowly tipped further back, its contents
disappearing into Cathy's waiting mouth.

The cum had clumped together at the bottom of the glass.
Melanie held the glass straight up, letting it slowly ooze
into Cathy's waiting mouth.

"Lick the glass clean", Melanie ordered her captive.

Cathy stuck her tongue into the glass, moving it around the
inside as far as she could. The cum had left a bitter after
taste in her mouth and she actually liked the taste of the
salty pee compared to it. As her tongue reached further back
into the glass, she caught a large blob of cum. Quickly, she
sucked it into her mouth, swallowing it before it clumped
together. She kept working her tongue around the glass even
after it was empty, not wanting to stop and get Melanie mad
at her.

"Not bad slave", Melanie told her after several
minutes. She looked at the glass. Just about clean enough
to drink from, she thought.

Melanie walked over to Cathy's right wrist, untying her from
the floor ring. She slowly moved to the girls other limbs,
freeing her from her restraints.

"Stand up", Melanie ordered her.

Cathy stood up on wobbly legs, barely able to keep her balance,
her cramped muscles complaining with each movement of her
abused body.

Melanie walked over to the cabinet again, removing a special
pair of rubber panties. These panties had a 6" dildo
imbedded to its insides.

"Put these on", she told Cathy, tossing her the
panties.

Cathy eyed the dildo for a moment, then raised her leg to
step into one side, then the other. She pulled the panty up
toward her pussy, the dildo approaching her painful cunt.
She slipped the unlubricated head into her hole, pushing it
up into her as far as the pain would allow her.

Melanie reached out to Cathy's pussy, shoving the dildo hard
up into her cunt. She smiled as she saw the grimace of pain
spread across the girls face. Reaching to her waste, she pulled
the panties as far up her waist as she could. She used a leather
belt sewn onto the panty to tightly hold it around her waste.

"Go over and get Rolf", Melanie ordered her.

Cathy started to walk over to the dog. The dildo buried inside
her rubbed hard against her already sore pussy, making every
step a painful experience. When she bent over to unhook the
dog, the unyielding plastic stabbed at her insides, taking
her breath away. As she turned to walk the dog back to Melanie,
she saw that she had moved over the wall intercom.

"Come down her Luanne", Melanie spoke into the
plastic box.

"Yes Mistress", Luanne replied after several seconds.

"Follow me", Melanie ordered Cathy, turning to
head up the dungeon stairs.

Cathy followed her, leading the huge German Shepherd behind
her. Each step on the stair sent spasms of pain reverberating
through her pussy.

They met Luanne at the top of the stairs.

"Take Cathy outside and show her how to feed and care
for Rolf", Melanie ordered the Mexican girl. "Then
bring her inside, feed her, clean her, and have her help you
with the house work".

"Yes Mistress", Luanne answered her.

Cathy followed Luanne out through the house leading the dog
to its outside kennel. When she had heard Melanie say feed
her, it reminded her she had not eaten since lunch yesterday,
and she was in fact very hungry.

Glancing out a window as she moved through the house, she
realized it was now late afternoon, almost early evening.
How time flies when your having fun, Cathy thought sarcastically
to herself. As she stepped outside after Luanne, she had another
unpleasant feeling. The hard dildo in her pussy was rubbing
her as she walked, slowly beginning to excite her. The dildo
was working in her cunt, beginning to slide minutely inside
her pussy as the walls began to lubricate.

The dog sat down directly behind Cathy, looking at Melanie
for his next instruction.

"Fuck her Rolf", Melanie told the dog.

With a happy whine, the huge dog jumped up behind Cathy's
ass, moving his front paws back up to her sore shoulders.
His groin was directly behind Cathy's pussy now as he began
to hump at her body, searching for her cunt with his erect
canine penis. His penis hit the opening to her hole, moving
in about an inch. With a loud yelp, he humped his canine haunches
forward, sending his hard penis into her soft depths. Lowering
his head next to her soft neck, Rolf humped away happily at
her hot pussy, pistonning into her with a speed that no man
could ever have matched.

Cathy felt the heavy paws once again on her shoulders as
the dog moved behind her. She felt him stabbing at her cunt
with his prick, hitting her clitoris several times before
it found her wet love hole. As it rammed into her wet cunt,
she realized it felt different than a mans. She remembered
her brother had once said a dog had a real bone in his boner.
That must be the difference she thought. It felt weird in
her, rubbing her in places that a mans dick had never touched
before.

She liked the fast pace the dog had set. With each thrust
forward, her clit bumped against the metal bench she was lying
on, moving her again towards another orgasm. She rocked back
and forth on her stomach, trying to match the fast pace her
canine lover was setting. The dogs tool worked further into
Cathy's wet pussy as she rocked beneath the madly humping
German Shepherd. His dick was driving into her like a jack
hammer, his drool falling onto her back and neck as his penis
brought her closer and closer to climax.

Cathy felt the dogs dick swell inside her, a hot feeling
erupting inside her womb as she realized the dog was cumming
inside her, his puppy seed spraying against the back of her
uterus. It felt like his tool had swollen to twice its width
in her, her vagina muscles contracting on it tightly as the
hot dog sperm triggered her own orgasm inside her.

"I'M CUMMING", Cathy screamed out, her pussy clamping
down on the swollen dog dick with such force Rolf could not
move it any longer inside her.

She heard the dog let out a low growl, biting at her neck
to hold her in place like any other bitch as he came. Luckily
the collar that she wore stopped him from finding her soft
flesh. She began to choke slightly as the dog pulled back
on her collar with his sharp teeth, his haunches still trying
to hump his swollen member inside her.

Cathy lay beneath the dog, her cunt slowly releasing Rolf's
dick from within her. She was exhausted after the orgasm,
wanting only to fall into a deep sleep.

Rolf, however, had other ideas. As her cunt relaxed, freeing
his penis, he began to hump back into her, his reproductive
instincts taking over his canine body. His teeth stayed glued
to the collar around the helpless girls neck as his dog dick
hammered into her pussy for a second time.

Cathy felt him begin to fuck her again. She moaned beneath
the animal, her abused pussy still sore from the stretching
his cumming had caused earlier. The pain was becoming unbearable
for her, the dog's dick slamming harshly into her cunt with
each fast stroke. Her arm and leg joints felt like they were
on fire, the ropes pulling her apart like a medieval torture
rack. She began to see everything through a red haze, her
eyes barely able to focus. Melanie was a blur in front of
her, but she could make out the grin across her face and knew
there would be no reprieve.

With a start, Cathy realized her hips were bucking back
at the humping Rolf. In a contest with her pain, the pleasure
of his dog dick was slowly winning out in her pussy. In a
daze, she began to hump back at the dog as best she could,
his penis bringing her again toward another orgasm.

No, Cathy thought, not another one. Her mind was losing
control of her body, her brain barely able to note what was
happening to her. Her reflexes slowly took over, her hips
gyrating at the dog dick fucking into her. From somewhere
deep within her mind, she sensed the dog tense inside her,
pulling back fiercely on her collar. The canine penis again
swelled, the tip spewing forth its hot load of dog cum deep
inside her cavity.

The canine orgasm triggered Cathy's, her body clamping down
once more on the swollen dick inside her mistreated love canal.
Pulling at the ropes holding her limbs in their agonizing
position, she felt her orgasm join the flames of pain from
her body, rolling over her with such force that she passed
out.

"Off Rolf", Cathy heard Melanie order the dog
from somewhere far away. She thought she felt the dog leave
her pain racked body, but she wasn't sure of anything at this
point. She heard a choking sound from somewhere, and realized
it was her own, her head straining against the tied dog collar
that held it in place. With all her effort, she moved her
head backward so she could breath.

Consciousness came flooding back to her as she lay on the
cold metal bench, as well as the pain from her outstretched
body parts. She could make out Melanie tying Rolf to a ring
in the floor about 20 feet away from her.

"Very good slave", Melanie said with a devilish
grin. "I have a treat for you now. I'll bet your thirsty,
aren't you?"

"Yes Mistress", Cathy answered, not really wanting
to. She wasn't sure what Melanie had in mind, but was pretty
sure she wasn't going to like it.

Melanie walked over to a cabinet on the wall, opening it
and removed a large glass. Moving back to her tied captive,
she placed the glass next to her reddened pussy and slowly
began to milk the dog cum mixed with Cathy's cum out of her
cunt hole.

Cathy had seen the glass in Melanie's hand and knew what
she was going to do when she walked behind her. Melanie's
fingers worked into her sore cunt, scraping out every drop
of fluid that she could, Cathy prayed it would not be very
much.

"Hmm, not very much, is it?", Melanie asked Cathy.

"No Mistress", Cathy replied to her, eyeing the
1/4 full glass that Melanie showed her after milking her cunt.

"Now, what can we do about that", Melanie asked
in a chilling voice that told Cathy she did not want to know
the answer.

"I know, we'll get Rolf to fill it", Melanie told
the bound girl.

Cathy watched as Melanie walked over to the German Shepherd,
patting his head as she kneeled beside his body.

Melanie reached under the standing dog with the glass of
cum, placing it in front of his fury penis sheath.

"Rolf, pee", Melanie told the dog.

God please no, Cathy thought as she saw Melanie walk back
toward her a minute later, the glass now full in her hand.

"Drink", Melanie ordered the girl, holding the
glass of rancid fluid next to her waiting lips.

Cathy looked at the glass. It was full of a yellowish liquid,
with white swirls of Rolf's dog cum slowly rotating inside.
As the glass pressed against her lips, her nostrils caught
the smell of male dog piss, mixed in with something else.
Knowing she had no choice, she opened her mouth, allowing
Melanie to pour the drink into it.

"Now, don't you spill any", Melanie warned her
in a cold voice.

The salty taste of piss entered Cathy's mouth as she quickly
swallowed what Melanie poured into her, hoping she wouldn't
throw up. The glass slowly tipped further back, its contents
disappearing into Cathy's waiting mouth.

The cum had clumped together at the bottom of the glass.
Melanie held the glass straight up, letting it slowly ooze
into Cathy's waiting mouth.

"Lick the glass clean", Melanie ordered her captive.

Cathy stuck her tongue into the glass, moving it around
the inside as far as she could. The cum had left a bitter
after taste in her mouth and she actually liked the taste
of the salty pee compared to it. As her tongue reached further
back into the glass, she caught a large blob of cum. Quickly,
she sucked it into her mouth, swallowing it before it clumped
together. She kept working her tongue around the glass even
after it was empty, not wanting to stop and get Melanie mad
at her.

"Not bad slave", Melanie told her after several
minutes. She looked at the glass. Just about clean enough
to drink from, she thought.

Melanie walked over to Cathy's right wrist, untying her
from the floor ring. She slowly moved to the girls other limbs,
freeing her from her restraints.

"Stand up", Melanie ordered her.

Cathy stood up on wobbly legs, barely able to keep her balance,
her cramped muscles complaining with each movement of her
abused body.

Melanie walked over to the cabinet again, removing a special
pair of rubber panties. These panties had a 6" dildo
imbedded to its insides.

"Put these on", she told Cathy, tossing her the
panties.

Cathy eyed the dildo for a moment, then raised her leg to
step into one side, then the other. She pulled the panty up
toward her pussy, the dildo approaching her painful cunt.
She slipped the unlubricated head into her hole, pushing it
up into her as far as the pain would allow her.

Melanie reached out to Cathy's pussy, shoving the dildo
hard up into her cunt. She smiled as she saw the grimace of
pain spread across the girls face. Reaching to her waste,
she pulled the panties as far up her waist as she could. She
used a leather belt sewn onto the panty to tightly hold it
around her waste.

"Go over and get Rolf", Melanie ordered her.

Cathy started to walk over to the dog. The dildo buried
inside her rubbed hard against her already sore pussy, making
every step a painful experience. When she bent over to unhook
the dog, the unyielding plastic stabbed at her insides, taking
her breath away. As she turned to walk the dog back to Melanie,
she saw that she had moved over the wall intercom.

"Come down her Luanne", Melanie spoke into the
plastic box.

"Yes Mistress", Luanne replied after several seconds.

"Follow me", Melanie ordered Cathy, turning to
head up the dungeon stairs.

Cathy followed her, leading the huge German Shepherd behind
her. Each step on the stair sent spasms of pain reverberating
through her pussy.

They met Luanne at the top of the stairs.

"Take Cathy outside and show her how to feed and care
for Rolf", Melanie ordered the Mexican girl. "Then
bring her inside, feed her, clean her, and have her help you
with the house work".

"Yes Mistress", Luanne answered her.

Cathy followed Luanne out through the house leading the
dog to its outside kennel. When she had heard Melanie say
feed her, it reminded her she had not eaten since lunch yesterday,
and she was in fact very hungry.

Glancing out a window as she moved through the house, she
realized it was now late afternoon, almost early evening.
How time flies when your having fun, Cathy thought sarcastically
to herself. As she stepped outside after Luanne, she had another
unpleasant feeling. The hard dildo in her pussy was rubbing
her as she walked, slowly beginning to excite her. The dildo
was working in her cunt, beginning to slide minutely inside
her pussy as the walls began to lubricate.